Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte 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 me if I did not agree to

like her. She’s definitely capable of

suddenly recalling that she was in the middle of chastising him, her brow hardened again. “Be that as it may, you owe her your life.

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

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

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

her 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

exclaimed as his eyes widened with shock. “Why didn’t you tell me before handing over

away when things began to look bad. As your wife, it is my duty, unpleasant as it is, to take on your

her money instead of the jewelry I bought you!” Zachary protested. “They carry sentimental value. I would have just paid her