Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qCharlotte returned home after seeing Francesca off to find Zachary sipping on his coffee with an open newspaper in his hands.

Flaring up instinctively, she stomped toward him. “Why did you lie to Francesca, Zachary?”

He folded the newspaper and smiled pleasantly at her in response. “You're home, Wifey. Have some breakfast.”

Charlotte wrenched his ear. “Answer me.”

“I will after you make yourself comfortable.” Zachary coaxed her patiently despite the pain. “Have you seen her ledger?”

“I did.” Charlotte maintained her frosty glare. “Though what she did was over the line, you were the one to have agreed to it with your thumbprint. Don't make promises you can't keep!”

“I was so ill that I did not even know what I was agreeing to,” he protested indignantly. “All I remember was my thumb being nipped for blood whenever she charged me for something. You can imagine how much I've been taken advantage of.”

fearfully, “she threatened to have her wolves devour

abated momentarily. “That does sound like

as it may, you owe her your life. If

Zachary replied calmly. “As all of the resources of Nacht Group are currently under your name,

too angry to speak. “You businessmen are all the same!

affectionate squeeze. “I don't really intend on defaulting,

hand resignedly. “There's no need for that anymore. I'd just given her the three hundred million I have on hand on top of a bunch of jewelry which amounts to a billion and a half, give or take. Since she considers herself well

shock. “Why didn't you tell me before handing over

could I do? You were the one to have promised something before running away when things began to look bad. As your wife, it is my duty, unpleasant as it is,

I would have just paid her if I knew you were going to

I made up for the balance