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.”

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abated momentarily. “That does sound like her. She’s definitely capable of something

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

no such thing,” Zachary replied calmly. “As all of the resources of Nacht Group are currently under your name, I’m left

to speak. “You

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

her the three hundred million I have on hand on top of a bunch of jewelry which amounts to a

“Why didn’t you tell me before handing over that kind of

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

have just paid her if I knew you were going