Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“A hundred thousand? Look at your cheap clothes. How could you afford to spend so much money?” One of the rich women questioned.

Having her dignity get trampled on, Charlotte almost blew her cover, but she recovered quickly and kept up the act.

“I’ve been saving up for this for a long time. Just to have a passionate night with this gigolo god, I took out my entire annual salary!”

“Your annual salary is only one hundred thousand?” The women laughed mockingly. “You can barely scrap by in life, yet you came here and hired a gigolo. Aren’t you embarrassed?”

“Why should I be? He’s mine for tonight anyway.” Charlotte caressed Zachary’s chiseled pecs, purposely provoking them. “Look at this perfect body. One hundred thousand? Hah! I’d even spend one million if I had to!”

The three woman scanned Zachary’s body from head to toe, practically salivating at the thought of what lay beneath his clothes.

Zachary stared at Charlotte as a dangerous glint flickered in his eyes.

Charlotte didn’t dare to meet his gaze. In fact, she was flustered on the inside, but for the sake of money, she went all out.

“Fine. One million it is.” One of the women filled out a cheque and threw it at Charlotte. “You can get lost now!”

“It’s ten times the amount you spent.” Another woman sneered. “For someone who lives at the bottom of society, I doubt you can make a million even if you were given a lifetime. Well, looks like you hit the jackpot today, so get lost.”

“That’s right. Take the money on the table too. Then hurry up and get lost!”

The three women urged her, wanting so badly for Charlotte to leave that very second so that they could get on with their night.

examined the cheque and kept it once she confirmed its validity. Then, she opened her bag and quickly stuffed the banknotes

up and was about to

her in place. She looked back and saw that Gigolo In Debt was holding onto her shirt and glaring at her. “You’re dead if

a good boy

her bag that was full of

darkened and

guilt rose in

more bottles of

peek inside and saw the three women approaching Gigolo In

of sight, so she couldn’t see

sofa at the moment, begging in a fearful voice,

ignored her guilty conscience, quickening

…

come, gigolo

three women launched themselves at Zachary with excitement coursing through their

when he lowered his gaze, the three of them collapsed to the ground at the same

ground shook as if being hit by an earthquake, almost shattering the

open the door and entered the room, asking cautiously,

Zachary stepped on the coffee table to leave, not wanting the soles

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