Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“H-Haha. M-Mr. White is indeed an exceptional man.” Lucy replied with an odd smile and offered, “Ms. Blackwood, allow me to show you the way back to your room. I’ll get Charlotte to bring you the USB drive once I find it.”

“Alright. I wonder what’s taking her so long?” Sharon surveyed the surroundings for one last time.

A wrathful glint could be detected from her eyes as her pupil constricted the moment she spotted the pair of leather shoes in front of the bathroom.

She fastened her grip and accidentally distorted the shape of the limited edition purse she had in her hands.

She winced almost instantly, yet she tried her best to regain her composure and replied with a smirk, “Thank you, Lucy. Please get Charlotte to deliver the things to my room when you find it because I have something to tell her.”

Lucy showed Sharon the way out of their room immediately. “Yes, Ms. Blackwood. Thank you so much for your hard work. You should return to your room and take a short nap. We’ll drop by your room at two o’clock in the afternoon. Is that fine?”

“It’s fine.”

After she showed Sharon the way out of their room, Lucy heaved a sigh of relief and closed the door immediately—she had no intention of staying behind either.

In the meantime, Charlotte threw several consecutive punches at Zachary’s chest to express her frustration. “Let go of me, you jerk!”

pursed her lips in return and embraced her

it back any longer, she bit his shoulder to stop him, leaving bite marks

…

a long time, Zachary finally set Charlotte free as she insisted. He wrapped

her on the bed in a rude manner and took a seat on the couch, wiping his hair dry with

started cursing, “How dare you lay a

the ground after it smashed on Zachary’s sturdy

brought himself to a halt and looked at her in return. “What makes you think I have been seeing another

tell me I’m wrong?” Charlotte glared at Zachary and

announced, “Well… I’m actually glad you’re

because of

rest.” Zachary removed the towel he had around his

strike a deal with him. “Why don’t you set me free? I have no intention to get in the way of your relationship. Apart from that, it doesn’t feel great being picked on by

he interrupted and denoted indifferently, “Are you sure you’re not overestimating yourself? I don’t think you’re much of a threat, let alone getting

he picked up the pillow and cast it to the bed casually while stating, “You’re getting picked on by others because

“Y-You…”

put, okay?” After Zachary put on his pair