Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

There was a flash in his eyes as he squinted them. However, he didn’t intend to take any action yet.

Instead, he fished out a new phone from his pocket and played with it.

“Where’s my phone?”

Only after Charlotte ran for about two hundred meters did she realize she had lost her phone. She had handed all the cash to Zachary, so she was penniless at the moment.

She looked around. This place was fifty kilometers away from her home.There was no way she could go home on foot.

I have neither my phone nor money. I can’t go home like this. What should I do now?

It’s late at night. Only the 24-hour convenience stores are operating. The other shops are closed.

I can’t even hide.

Besides, there is neither a public telephone nor a taxi.

So…

Heaving a sigh, Charlotte headed back to the car.

Well, being tortured by the Devil is better than wandering the street like a homeless person.

“Sir, which brand do you want?” asked the woman enthusiastically.

brand will do.” Zachary looked at his watch. Three minutes top. That

or overnight pads?” the woman

Zachary frowned

Another question came from

by her continuous questions. “Give me

of each? Do you mean each type from every brand, with wings and without wings,

anymore. His anger was

make yourself clear. I don’t know what you

kept asking thousands of

clenching

packet of Kotex

out. Finally, the awkward situation was

store. Suddenly, her heart was filled

her sanitary pads,

by Charlotte’s interruption. Pointing at Zachary, she asked, “Is he

nodded and wrapped

stared at her, then queried,

to escape from you.” Charlotte made a funny face at him. She received the pads from the assistant, then elbowed Zachary.

cashier, then

pads and suddenly burst into laughter. “I didn’t know you stopped

annoyed