Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Zachary slapped Charlotte’s cheeks with her phone. He questioned, “Are you still holding out? Do you want me to bring the man and the three children in front of you before you’re willing to talk? Hmm?”

“No, please don’t,” Charlotte pleaded as she grabbed his hand. “The children are innocent. Don’t do anything rash, I beg of you!”

She knew that once she angered him, he was capable of anything.

“Then be honest with me. Are the children yours?” Zachary demanded.

“I…” Charlotte was in a panic. Realizing the cat was out of the bag, she had no choice but to nod meekly. “Yes!”

“Are they the same kids who took the chip?”

Zachary lifted her chin so that she would look him in the eye.

“Nonono, they didn’t steal it,” Charlotte frantically explained. “A man in black put the chip in Jamie’s pocket. After that, Fifi ate it. I didn’t know what happened then. But once I knew, I fed Fifi laxatives so that it would poop it out. After that, I cracked my head to think of how to return it to you…”

Her voice was getting softer. The more she spoke, the more terrified she became.

he was going to

just like the calm before

about it, if we really intended to steal it, why

“Who is the father?”

His voice was exceptionally calm but bone-chilling

She had wanted to say “It’s you”, but she knew she

but was

being honest with herself, she knew it was

“Speak!” Zachary roared.

she looked

stammered for

no longer bear the suspense. “Four years ago, you got pregnant. Instead of having a miscarriage, you bore the triplets.

were sparkling with anticipation, hoping

of emotions. He stared intently at Charlotte’s lips, worried that

course not.” Charlotte quickly denied it. “How is