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!”

her senses, she said to the driver, “I

driver nodded to

phone and started calling a list of people that she had not contacted for

Charlotte. I’m hoping to talk to

she could finish her sentence, the

“Ms. Freeman, I’m Charlotte-”

The call ended again.

Judd, I’m Charlotte. Yes, I’m back. Are you free to meet? I’m hoping to talk

consecutive calls, but only four picked up, and

rushed to the location they

her way there, she felt conflicted. On one hand, she wished that Zachary were the gigolo, but on the other, she hoped

she wished Hector had made a mistake—that the bankruptcy of Windt Corporation and

Realty. Upon entering the

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

Jeffrey saw 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,