Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

He was short but he carried himself with great pride. The boy’s handsome face made Zachary wonder where he had seen this face in the past.

The boy’s clear eyes, full of wariness and wit, were fixed on Zachary.

“Who is he?” Robbie pointed at Zachary.

“He’s our boss.” Ben then said, “Boy, did you meet a man in black at the playground in the basement level of Grand Plaza? Did he give a pretty silver box to you? Like this one.”

Ben unlocked his phone and was about to show Robbie the photo when Robbie huffed, “No.”

He did not even look at the photo, choosing to turn his head to the side.

“Hold on. Look at it first.”

“It’s a no even if I look at it.” Robbie folded his arm and asserted, “I have a great memory, and I never forget anything I see. I have never met anyone in black, and no one gave me anything. You’ve made a mistake.”

to lie.” Ben had now put on a stern look. “That man in black is a thief. He stole something from us, and that something is very important

his brows as he replied calmly, “You should look for the cops

black gave it to you. If you give it back to me,

ever happened.” Robbie interrupted. He questioned the man instead. “If it’s something so important, why would the man give it to a kid?

in a deep breath before he

it, disinterested. He looked away, but his gaze returned to the screen. Registering what

of the restroom and knocked

child’s hands were in his pocket, and he was strolling. On his shoulder was a small green

a minute, Robbie noticed the man shoving

might not see it clearly. Let me slow it down

and zoomed into the man’s hand. In the video, the man’s hand slowly placed a

don’t need to slow it down. I

nimbly changed the video back to

in suits rushed after him, and the man in

small box from his pocket. When he opened