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.”

he added fearfully, “she threatened to have her wolves devour me if I did

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

you owe her your life. If you didn’t find

Zachary replied calmly. “As all of the resources of Nacht Group are currently under your name, I’m left with only ten

blurted, too angry to speak. “You businessmen are

laughing as he gave her an affectionate squeeze. “I don’t really

million I have on hand on top of a bunch of jewelry which amounts

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

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

value. I would have just paid her if I knew you were going to do something like this. I was going to,