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.

as if he was going to

frighteningly gloomy, just like the

didn’t steal the chip. We don’t even know what it was…” Charlotte was still trying to explain desperately. “Think about it, if we really intended to steal it,

“Who is the father?”

the only question Zachary cared about. His voice was exceptionally calm but bone-chilling cold at the same

thumping non-stop as she was in a full-blown panic. She had wanted to say “It’s you”, but

wanted to spin a lie but

herself, she knew it was impossible for him not to see through her

“Speak!” Zachary roared.

as she looked

for a

the suspense. “Four

were sparkling with anticipation, hoping that he would get a definitive

He stared intently at

not.” Charlotte quickly denied