Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Keep running. Let’s see where else can you run to.”

Zachary unfastened the buttons one by one, and adjusted the car seat with a smirk on his face.

“Don’t… Don’t do that. I’m feeling unwell today.” Tears welled up in her eyes.

“Really? We just had it this morning. Stop pretending.” Zachary got on top of her and pinned her down.

“It’s true. Let me go…Ah!” Charlotte started struggling and kept pushing his shoulders, yet it made no difference.

Before she could finish her words, he ripped her skirt forcefully and reached out to her.

“Please don’t…” Charlotte could only shut her eyes in despair.

Like a vampire, Zachary bit her neck and wanted to force himself on her. Suddenly, he realized something was off.

He took a look at his hand. There was blood on it.

Zachary was dumbfounded.

“I haven’t touched you. Why are you…”

“I’m… I’m having my period.” Charlotte bit her lips hard. How embarrassing is this!

for a while before he regained his composure. With a darkened face, he let go of

wet tissues, then drove the car out of

curled up on the seat. She dared not say anything nor moved a muscle, but her

they got into the car. She thought she could make it home

the city. He kept gazing around as if he was looking

was doing. She pleaded, “Let

Zachary stopped the car at the roadside, then he headed

the door and tried to run away. However, the moment she stepped

picked up his coat and covered her

store, looking around

mask on his face, Zachary gave

Is he a robber?

on the night shift turned pale in fright. They hid aside and took out their phones, ready to call the police

“Excuse me.”

“Ah!”

Zachary could ask them, two female

with his trembling lips, “What… What do you want? We

speechless. After taking a deep breath, he asked with his deep voice, “Do I

Yes…” the male assistant replied with

“You guys are fools.”

a plump woman in her fifties walked out of the