Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte was frustrated the moment she heard the engaged tone of the phone. He’s really inconsiderate! He insists on me reaching there within half an hour although I’m really far away!

She then received a message notification. She clicked open the message and searched for the address with GPS. Even if I manage to take a taxi now, it’ll still take me forty minutes to be there! If I drag again and keep the Devil waiting…

Charlotte shuddered as she pictured his cold eyes in her mind. Without hesitation, she called for a cab.

Upon putting down her phone, she looked again at the items left behind by her father. Complex feelings rose within her once more.

She contemplated for a while and took out both the bank card and the black card from her purse back into the silver file.

She folded her father’s letter nicely and restored everything into its original position in the red wooden box. Finally, she locked the box and put it back into the safe.

Having closed the safe carefully, she quickly left the place…

Charlotte kept urging the cab driver to speed up. When she finally reached the destination, she was already eleven minutes late.

Once she got out of the cab, Raina immediately approached her with an umbrella and reminded her in a low voice, “Ms. Windt, today is a special day for Mr. Nacht. I must warn you that he’s currently not in a good mood.”

“Huh?” Charlotte asked anxiously, “Is there any special occasion today?”

what, try your best

brows

the window, gazing at the rain

apologized softly, “I’ve actually tried to get a taxi right after receiving your message, but I was quite far away

turned to look at

angry, are you?” Charlotte looked at

now?” Zachary raised his eyes and

“I went to pay

hide from him, except the

say anything. He passed her the menu and gestured to her to

do.” Charlotte handed the menu to the restaurant manager waiting beside them and tried to sound casual. “How come you’re

seemed to be the first time that he brought her out for a meal as Zachary

for a while and said

it was his birthday

in the glass as he gazed at her intensely and

gloomy under the faint light of the restaurant; he seemed to be troubled

him where his mother’s graveyard was, yet she did not