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.

bugging her. I’ll be able to tell if Zachary is

no way that

high spirits. Taking a deep breath, she carried the

the office was tense. Zachary was doing work on his computer as he

to pick up Mr. Sterk. We need him back at the Divine Corporation safe and sound. We need to get all of our security guards to guard our entrances and exits with utmost caution. Arrest any suspicious personnel. Tell Bruce to do a

Nacht, if we get all eighteen of our people to safeguard Mr. Sterk, you

for then?”

not ask

the office, Charlotte put down the ice

her softly. “There are some puddles on the floor from all the ice cubes earlier on. Please clean

a rag to

“What are you doing?”

his computer screen and stared at her

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

you to do that?” Zachary said, raising

turned to look at

“ Ben