Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte was feeling more sure about her suspicions by the second. However, there was another question that was bugging her. If Zachary really is Gigolo, then why would he be doing all of this to me?

All of a sudden, the words that Chris had told her came to mind.

“Have you ever thought about the possibility that maybe I’m no Gigolo at all and you’ve just misunderstood me? Four years ago, I walked into the wrong hotel room. Maybe it’s just a mistake, but I think that it’s fate, in a way… I’ve gotten used to living a smooth life. Though there have been no challenges or problems, nothing feels refreshing anymore. Having someone treat me as a gigolo and extorting money from me feels exhilarating!”

Oh no. What if he was telling the truth all along?

But Chris isn’t Gigolo, is he?

Without conclusive evidence, she was still feeling rather unsure about the situation. What if it’s just a coincidence? Am I thinking too much?

Maybe the Chris that Ben had said was not the Chris that I knew?

I mean, Zachary probably wouldn’t act as a gigolo in front of me, would he? Would his ego allow for that?

Furthermore, thinking back on the times they had spent together, Charlotte’s attitude toward Gigolo was nowhere close to nice. If he were really Zachary, he would have beat me up over and over!

Thinking about that, Charlotte felt more doubtful than ever. Her head was in a complete mess. Shaking her head, she decided that she should shift her focus away to something else.

able to tell if Zachary is really Gigolo by the tattoo on

no way that they can

with, Charlotte was in high spirits. Taking a deep breath, she carried the bucket of

in the office was tense. Zachary was doing work on his computer

our security guards to guard our

sir!” Ben immediately sprang into action. However, after a few moments, he turned to Zachary and asked, “Mr. Nacht, if we get all eighteen of

for

not ask more

in the tense atmosphere in the office, Charlotte put down the ice bucket and

Ben talked to her softly. “There are some puddles on the floor from all the

Charlotte replied, getting a

“What are you doing?”

up from his computer screen and stared

found herself stumped momentarily and then replied, “Wi-wiping

that?” Zachary said, raising

turned to look at Ben,

do it… “ Ben