Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte had no saying at all because Sharon would get to make the call on the former’s behalf as long as Zachary wasn’t against the idea.

After Charlotte returned to her room, she took things out on the pillows, throwing everything that was on the bed—including the linen—to the ground.

She felt as though she had turned into a loser after she got into a relationship with Zachary. Occasionally, she thought she was a mistress that would have to deal with the wrath of Sharon—Zachary’s legal spouse.

Nevertheless, she wasn’t his mistress because Zachary wasn’t married, and he had never publicly announced his relationship with Sharon.

As a matter of fact, she was not aware of Sharon’s presence.

Suddenly, Lucy’s voice could be heard, asking gently, “Charlotte? Are you in there? Your room isn’t locked. Can I come in?”

“Lucy! Are you going back? Can I tag along with you?” Charlotte brought up her request immediately because she couldn’t wait to leave the resort.

“I will be staying back because there are a few things that require my attention. I’ll be staying next door. We’ll spend a night here and return to the company tomorrow.”

“I guess we’ll have to do that…”

in the direction of the entrance and said, “Ms. Blackwood has instructed someone to deliver

no intention to put the person in charge in

the evening gown into the room, whereas the make-up artist that was behind them had a few delicate-looking boxes with her—including a few accessories and a pair of shoes

cordially, “Ms. Windt, Ms. Blackwood has instructed us to bring this over to you. Are you free? Can we proceed with the

as she tried to make something up to turn down their request because she had no intention to be

from the upper echelon and the corporate world will be joining us tonight. I don’t think

I have to be part of it.” Charlotte told the stylists and make-up artist, “Please express my utmost gratitude to her, but do tell Ms. Blackwood I won’t turn

the banquet, we don’t have to return to her anymore.” The trio put on a pitiable front and stated in an aggrieved

request again when

something with Mr. Ben.” As soon as Lucy told Charlotte her upcoming agenda, she

of the dressing table, allowing them to work wonders with her

get her hair styled, a simple blow dry was sufficient. Since she had

to get changed into the evening gown they had brought along

stared at herself in the mirror wide-eyed.

in the chest area, exposing her busty figure and her cleavage, covering only the most important parts

way up to her inner thigh. Should she fail