Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Sharon sounded as though she was being benevolent toward Charlotte.

How the latter wished to respond with a snide remark, but she held back.

“Thank you, Ms. Blackwood,” said Lucy respectfully. “But we don’t wish to bother you and Mr. Nacht. We still have work to do, so we’ll be taking our leave.”

“You still need to have lunch when you get back, anyway. You may as well join us,” Sharon insisted as she leaned onto Zachary once again. “Right, Zachary?”

“Yeah,” Zachary responded. “Let’s eat together.”

“Alright, then.” Not daring to say anything more, Lucy dragged Charlotte back into the golf cart, and the two sat behind Zachary and Sharon.

Unlike before, Charlotte seemed especially calm today.

Although, that was merely on the surface. For deep down, she was already cursing the bloody couple in front of her.

May you both suffer from constipation every day. May you both wet your beds every night. May you be impotent for the rest of your life, Zachary Nacht!

“I just bought a new swimwear, Zachary. How about we visit a hot spring tonight?” Sharon stuck to Zachary like glue. “You must be tired after so many sleepless nights. Why don’t you take it easy just for tonight?”

slightly as her

Sleepless nights?

to keep their hands off each other in the

image of the two continuously getting frisky with

like her world was crumbling. The rage within her began to boil, and was on the verge of spilling out

her gently. “Are you cold? You’re

Thanks, Ms.

lips and forced herself to

scumbag like him, Charlotte. It’s not

he sleeps with! It has nothing to do with

deserve each other. With their heads up

you now that he’s gotten himself another woman. You can finally focus on your work, look after

not know him

each other right in front of

Charlotte!” Lucy slapped

snapped back to reality, only to realize that the golf cart had already stopped in front of the

already alighted, but she remained sitting here