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!

his composure. With a

wet tissues, then drove the car out of

say anything nor moved a muscle,

into the car. She thought

car into the city. He kept gazing around

no idea what he was doing. She pleaded, “Let me go, please.

car at the roadside, then he headed to a

something crazy again, so after he left, she pushed the door and tried to run away. However, the moment she stepped out of the car, she realized her skirt

picked up his coat and covered her body

walked into the store, looking around for

in black with a mask on his face, Zachary gave out

Is he a robber?

shift turned pale in fright. They hid aside and took out their phones, ready

“Excuse me.”

“Ah!”

Zachary could ask them, two female assistants shouted

a weapon and asked with his trembling lips, “What… What do you want? We don’t

with his deep voice, “Do I look like a

assistant replied

“You guys are fools.”

a plump woman in her fifties walked out of the storeroom. She shook