Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Monday was a busy day. The moment Charlotte arrived at the office, she buried herself in work and only got to stop when lunchtime arrived.

She followed her colleagues from the administration department to the company’s cafeteria on the twenty-first floor. They had just exited from the elevator when they bumped into Zachary.

The man strode out of the elevator in an imposing manner, causing the air to solidify.

The rest of his employees retreated to one side and looked at the ground silently.

Charlotte peeked at him and met his icy glare without warning. She immediately looked down in a panic. Was Devil staring at me?

“Don’t mind me. Carry on,” uttered Zachary.

The employees were pleasantly surprised by their president’s words. This was the first time they had heard him speak directly to them, so they were very much thrilled.

Zachary sat down at a seat by the window. Two bodyguards stood watch behind him as Ben left to order his meal.

Charlotte peeked at him once again. The sunlight reflected off his body, encasing him in a golden glow like a Greek god.

only this man is the father of

brushed it off immediately. She took her

the annoying Wesley

shifted sideways to

eat so little?” teased Wesley. “Eat up. Our company’s cafeteria serves a luxurious buffet for free. It’s better than the ones at five-star

head

is Mr. Nacht eating in

the table opposite theirs and lowered

Yolanda dared not look up at

unfazed. “He

Holt, you seem to know Mr. Nacht well.” A male colleague voiced his curiosity. “I saw you greeting

course. The president and I are

off, as if hinting

out you’re friends with Mr. Nacht.” The male colleagues hurriedly buttered up to him. “Mr. Holt, please

you’re doing a good job, you’ll get a promotion in no time,”

took her tray