Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 807

Chapter 807

Louis took his coat off and draped it over Charlotte, putting an arm around her in the process.

Charlotte did not look uncomfortable at all. As she turned her body slightly, she looked out from the balcony casually.

Somehow, she was able to lock gazes with Zachary.

Zachary was staring at her with a pained expression while Charlotte kept an aloof stance. She quickly looked away, continuing her conversation with Louis.

Frowning and not saying a single word, Zachary got into his car.

“How about we try contacting Ms. Lindberg using another identity?” Ben suggested hesitantly.

“If she really has feelings for Louis, nothing will change her mind.”

Zachary sounded oddly emotionless, but his troubled eyes gave him away.

Ben dared not speak another word and silently sat by his side.

Soon, they returned to the hot spring resort.

Zachary was about to head back to his room to rest when he came across Cynthia in the living room on the first floor.

She was sitting on the sofa, leaning on a cushion as she stole anxious glances of him.

Upon seeing him return, she stood up and began gesturing to him. “Zachary, I need to talk to you.”

his tracks, looking at her with a frown on his

caused you trouble today,

her eyes as

the evening. When I saw a bodyguard bringing your clothes out and was told that he's sending them to the banquet hall, I wanted to follow along and deliver them to you... That's all I

should rest soon. Good night,” Zachary

he strode off

him leave, her expression turned solemn. Looking down at the floor, tears of sorrow trickled down her

You should go rest

up his shirt, and poured himself a glass of wine. Slouching on

his phone

his phone on mute, and

intimate with Louis from the banquet replayed again and again in his head. The possibility of those

glass after glass of the

purple smoke from the aroma lamp enveloped his

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soon. Good night,”

thet, he strode

Cynthie wetched him leeve, her expression turned solemn. Looking down et the floor, teers of sorrow trickled down

should go rest now

off his jecket, loosened up his shirt, end poured himself e gless of wine. Slouching on

phone reng.

deeply in ennoyence, put his phone on mute, end ignored the

heed. The possibility of those two going e

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