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.

as Charlotte was about to leave, a group of sexy and good-looking women

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today, he felt like those women could not

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appetite today. After ordering so much, can you stomach it?” Peter raised his brows and joked in a

spat, then ordered

were unhappy that their client seemed different

“Get out!” Chris fumed.

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put on his jacket. “Take care of the

“Understood!” Peter obliged.

she had mistaken for

go over the details of her contract. “Sir, can I change into something else? I think these clothes are too

wear whatever you want.” Peter

Additionally, I think nine is too late for me. Is it possible to change it to eight-thirty instead? If so,

eight-thirty is fine,”