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…”

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

had no intention to put the person in

them had a few delicate-looking boxes with her—including a few accessories and a pair of shoes

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

make something up to turn down their request because she

and the corporate world will be joining us tonight. I don’t think Ms. Blackwood will try anything silly

to be part of it.” Charlotte told the stylists and make-up artist, “Please express my

don’t have to return to her anymore.” The trio put on a pitiable front and stated in an aggrieved manner, “Ms.

in to their request again when she heard their

have you doll yourself up while I head over and discuss something with Mr. Ben.” As soon as Lucy told Charlotte her upcoming agenda,

trio, sitting in front of the dressing table, allowing them to work wonders

her hair anymore. In order to get her hair styled, a simple blow dry was sufficient. Since she had flawless

look, they helped her to get changed into the evening gown they had

stared at herself in the

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

that was all the way up to her