Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

After being tied for God knows how long, Charlotte felt her limbs go numb. She tried her best to struggle free but her wrists and ankles were already burning. It felt as if the cloth was going to cut through them.

Finally, she gave up struggling to save herself some energy.

She then noticed it was so quiet outside that she couldn’t hear a thing.

She surmised that the bodyguards and maids must have known that Zachary was furious. Hence, they didn’t dare to anger him further.

Suddenly, her phone rang and she could see that it was Michael that was calling.

She tried to wiggle her arm to answer but wasn’t successful. All she could do was stare blankly at it until the call ended by itself.

After a long time, she noticed a light dancing about her window. She was delighted by it as she knew it must be Michael trying to signal her.

She wanted to respond but her mouth was stuffed. Unfortunately, she was unable to make a sound after all.

She tried turning her body violently so that she could move the bed by force. Or perhaps, push over the vase on the bedside table so that she could make a signal. However, her efforts were futile.

The bed was solid while her hands were secured tightly.

It was impossible for her to escape or even try to reach for anything else.

After a while, the light suddenly went off.

heard the sound of

in her muffled voice, hoping that she could

to no avail as the car left without

back on the bed in despair. Staring at the ceiling, she felt as

on the door, following

she had seen her savior, Charlotte pleaded

her medical trolley over. She then removed the cloth that

please let

permission, I cannot do

a cup with a

taking a few sips, Charlotte pleaded again, “Dr. Langhan,

Windt, I would advise you not to waste your time in this pointless struggle. You will never beat Mr. Nacht,” Raina persuaded. “The more you resist or want to flee, the more he would refuse to let you go. In the end, you will just end up hurting

senses, she asked anxiously, “What do you mean? Wh-what did he do? What has he done to my kids? Or did he

“Ms. Windt…”

really do care about

heard what she said as he was about to enter the room. With a devious smile, he sneered, “I didn’t plan to do

Brown family’s car gone far?

“Mr. Nacht…”

Charlotte screamed, “Zachary, don’t