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.

and kept it once she confirmed its validity. Then, she opened her bag and quickly stuffed the banknotes on the table into it. “I’ll

she got up and was about to

and saw that Gigolo In Debt was holding onto her

good boy and

was full of money to her

gradually darkened and

guilt rose in her heart. Those three rich women probably weigh about seven hundred pounds

few more bottles

a crack to peek inside and saw the

blocking Charlotte’s line of sight, so she couldn’t see Gigolo

to be quaking on the sofa at the moment, begging in a fearful voice, Please, let me

then closed the door and ignored her guilty conscience, quickening her steps

…

we come,

at Zachary with excitement

gaze, the three of them collapsed to

heavy weight, the ground shook as if being hit by an earthquake,

door and entered the room, asking cautiously,

the coffee table to leave, not wanting the soles of his shoes to get dirtied by the three

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