Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Indeed, Zachary was the only one who had the ability to stop the Bar DTT from operating.

Charlotte then thought about Bruce, the Rolls-Royce, and all the other pieces of evidence.

Everything was pointing toward the fact that Zachary was the gigolo.

If that’s true, then Zachary is the father of my children.

Well, I guess a genius president who’s powerful in the corporate world is better than a gigolo from a nightclub.At those thoughts, Charlotte could not help but feel overjoyed. In fact, she even started imagining the scene of her children meeting their father.

However, she soon stopped her wishful thinking.

No, if Nacht Group had been the one who took over Windt Corporation and led it to bankruptcy, which in turn forced my father to a dead end, then Zachary is the murderer of my father.

How can the murderer of my father be the father of my children?

At that thought, Charlotte’s heart sank.

“Ms. Windt!”

voice interrupted Charlotte’s train of thoughts. Returning to her senses, she said to the

driver nodded

then took out her phone and started calling a list of people that she had

Walker, I’m Charlotte. I’m hoping to talk

her sentence, the man had ended the

“Ms. Freeman, I’m Charlotte-”

The call ended again.

Are you free to meet? I’m hoping to

consecutive calls, but only four picked up, and only one agreed

to the

one hand, she wished that Zachary were the gigolo, but on the other, she

bankruptcy of Windt Corporation and

Upon entering the office and seeing its surroundings, Charlotte was

Richard’s right-hand man, Jeffrey Judd, now had a real estate company with a grand total of

Charlotte, an awkward expression crept upon his face. He quickly assigned tasks to his subordinates before he led Charlotte to a nearby café. In a rather passionate yet slightly awkward manner, he greeted, “Miss, it’s been many years since we’ve seen each other. You