Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte decided that they would have breakfast at a cafe downstairs. After telling Mrs. Berry to take good care of the bracelet, she took the three kids and left.

It was really a waste that the vegetable beef soup that Mrs. Berry had made that morning was completely ruined because of Fifi.

The three kids were feeling so upset about it that they made a pact to ignore Fifi for the next three days.

Just as the kids finished their breakfast at the cafe, their school bus arrived. Charlotte got them on the bus, waved goodbye, and hurried to the company.

What a morning.

Though she tried her best, she ended up being ten minutes late.

Luckily, Lucy could not be bothered to tell her off about it because the product launch event for the company’s latest products was to be held that day, and everyone was doing preparation work on the sixty-sixth floor.

On the other hand, Charlotte, who was just an entry-level Administrative Assistant, was asked to stand by at the reception counter on the sixty-eighth floor.

There were no visitors that day, and Charlotte had a lot of free time on her hands. She decided to read some documents at the reception counter and learn so that she could become a proper secretary soon.

All of a sudden, the doors of the lift opened, and a towering figure emerged from it.

none other

his expression was dark. Everything about his body language at that moment spelled anger, as if he were

uneasy, she greeted,

look at her and walked straight past her as he talked

a pact not to meddle with each other’s operating systems.

“Well, that’s on him!”

you right now. Let me tell you this. Stop whatever you’re trying to

call, he kicked a chair that was

collided with it, leaving a rather

little, and

that angry before. Oh my god. If he had been kicking a person and not

out of the lift and

to the pantry to get the

door of the president’s office

closer, she could hear Ben trying to calm Zachary down. “Mr. Nacht, the

that?” Zachary roared. “Ten years ago, our families made the pact before my grandfather to make peace with one

working on

growled. “That’s a given. But that madwoman is getting

the wrong this time, but perhaps she is doing

“Who?”