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.”

threatened to have her wolves devour me if I did not agree to her exorbitant

does sound like her. She's definitely capable of

it may, you owe her your life. If you didn't find the terms agreeable, you should have discussed them with her instead of manipulating her with

“As all of the resources of Nacht Group are currently under your name, I'm left with only ten million or so by Rodney's estimate. Her

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

squeeze. “I don't really intend

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

didn't you tell me before handing over that kind

is my duty, unpleasant as it is, to take on your debt. Besides, it is to my future sister-in-law you owe money. I'm

Zachary protested. “They carry sentimental value. I would have just paid her if I knew you were going to do something like this. I

asking her to hand everything back, can I? I made up for the