Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Surprised, Charlotte paused momentarily before she cautiously confirmed, “Two thousand for an hour? Is that right?”

“If you think that it’s too low, there is still room for discussion…” Peter explained.

“No, it’s alright. I’ll take it.” Charlotte was overjoyed. “I thought I would have to show you my certificates before you would offer such a price…”

“I don’t need a certificate because I can tell how good you are from what I’ve heard thus far.” Peter chuckled, “Okay, you should head backstage to prepare.”

“Yes, of course. Thank you so much,” Charlotte thanked him and promptly headed backstage with another waiter.

Meanwhile, Chris swirled the liquid in his glass while his gaze followed Charlotte.

“Who is the man sitting beside our boss?” Charlotte whispered.

“That is Mr. Broid!” The waiter exclaimed and continued, “He is our boss’ friend and a shareholder of this bar.”

“What does he do?” Charlotte enquired.

“I think he is the heir to a rich family. Besides that, I have no clue.”

Then, the waiter advised, “Charlotte, you look like a simple woman, so I will like to give you a piece of advice. Mr. Broid is a playboy and very flirtatious. His girlfriends come and go as often as he changes his clothes. If money is your priority, you can go ahead and have fun with him. Otherwise, you can forget about anything else because he will not take any relationship seriously.”

“I was just curious. Don’t worry. I don’t have any funny ideas…” Charlotte awkwardly laughed it off. It seems like he was not the “Gigolo in Debt” because the latter was not some heir to a wealthy family.

Charlotte was about to leave, a group of sexy

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scoffed, “All of you are making too

felt like those women

this bunch is just

have a big appetite today. After ordering so much, can

ordered the women, “Wait outside for

Why?” The women were unhappy that their client

“Get out!” Chris fumed.

the women

over those beautiful women, unable to tear their gaze

with you today?” Peter

before he got up and put on

“Understood!” Peter obliged.

time Charlotte returned from backstage, the man she had mistaken for the “Gigolo In

overthink it and went to Peter to go over the details of her contract. “Sir, can I change into something else? I think these

wear whatever you want.” Peter

me. Is it possible to change it to eight-thirty instead? If so, I will be able to take the last train

eight-thirty is fine,”