Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

The man placed his hand on her head, keeping her at a distance away. She couldn’t reach him even if she waved her hands wildly.

He stared at her coolly like she was nothing but a clown. “Get the facts right. You were the one who requested my service. It was consensual. You make it seem like I had raped you.”

Charlotte bristled. “You’re an unprofessional gigolo! You didn’t even put on a condom when you served your client. F*ck you! You deserve to be castrated!”

“Mm?” The man’s gaze turned dangerous. “Did you get pregnant?”

Charlotte stiffened at his question. Her babies flashed across her mind. Yes, I got pregnant and gave birth to triplets! But you scum! You’ve never been a responsible father!

“Answer me!” he demanded.

“Yes, I got pregnant!” Charlotte blurted out. She immediately changed her mind and corrected herself, “But I aborted it later. I won’t give birth to a shameless gigolo’s child!”

If someone else finds out the kids’ father is a male escort at a club, they’ll be ridiculed at their kindergarten!

No, I must keep it a secret. No one is to find out about this!

“Good!” The man nodded in satisfaction. He reached into his pocket to retrieve something.

How many innocent ladies are you going to harm? I’ll file a complaint with

his brows,

don’t show up, the rest are going to leave. Don’t bother showing up for work

“Go to hell!”

hung up, her body shaking in rage. Why are there scums everywhere? They

Wait a minute.

something occurred to her. That gigolo ruined my life. I can’t

luxuriously when my kids and

private room again and demanded, “Stupid gigolo, you ruined my life. You must bear

was sipping on his wine when she made that announcement. Looking

Charlotte declared sternly. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have

it weren’t for him, I would’ve met Father for the last time before he

it weren’t for him, my reputation wouldn’t

it weren’t for him, I

kids are still

him now. Be

much do you