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.”

threatened to have her wolves

like her. She’s definitely capable of something like

that as it may, you owe her your life. If you didn’t find the terms agreeable, you should have discussed

did no such thing,” Zachary replied calmly. “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 fee alone is exactly half that

angry to speak. “You businessmen

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

bunch of jewelry

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

bad. As your wife, it 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 trying to welcome her to

value. I would have just paid her if I knew