Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Oh god, you’re going to kill him at this rate!” A sudden realization struck Charlotte, and she began pulling on Zachary’s arm. “Let him go!”

Chris’s eyes had already rolled back, and his hands were drooping down like two lifeless sticks.

At last, Zachary came to his senses and loosened the grip on his right hand.

Chris immediately fell to the ground, half paralyzed with fear.

Sighing, Zachary carried Charlotte into his car and took off.As they left the scene, Ben appeared with his subordinates. As they cleaned the place up, he said, “Send Mr. Broid to the hospital.”

“Yes sir.”

…

In the car, Zachary covered his jacket over Charlotte to keep her warm. His brows were still furrowed, and the fury in his eyes were not entirely gone.

Charlotte’s dress was torn in pieces – half of her chest was exposed, and so were her thighs. She was in a complete mess, but there was a striking sexual appeal to it.

Biting her lower lip, Charlotte was looking down, all quiet. All that she felt at that moment was shame.

How could I not have recognized that he’s a different person? Am I blind?

Their car came to a halt at the Storm Hotel.

are we here?” Charlotte glanced at the hotel entrance, then at Zachary, feeling a little panicked. “Don’t

Zachary got off the

them, “Your room is ready. We have also made preparations according

the car and made his

go home!” She

with a cold

the presidential

once again, Zachary

for air as she sat back up, Charlotte wiped away the water on her

emotionlessly as he left the

down like a sad puppy as she stared blankly at the bathwater. Why

reason, she felt obliged to listen to everything

bad decision. It’s not like he’ll hurt me anyway.

the hotel room was in complete darkness. The only hue

turning on the lights, the switches did not seem to work. Feeling scared, she called out in a

sounded

him, she found him sitting on the sofa in

to the lights? Is there a

thing she knew, she was bumping straight into a table. Ouch!