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…”

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

put the person in charge in a

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 to go along with the

Ms. Blackwood has instructed us to bring this over

the evening gown as she tried to make something up to turn down their request because

will be joining us tonight. I don’t think Ms. Blackwood will try anything silly in

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 up at the banquet

anymore.” The trio put on a pitiable front and stated in an aggrieved manner, “Ms. Windt, please have mercy on us because it is not easy to get

request again when she

I head over and discuss something with Mr. Ben.” As soon as Lucy told Charlotte her upcoming agenda,

was left behind with the trio, sitting in front of the dressing table, allowing them to work wonders with her

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

look, they helped her to get changed into

put it on, she stared at herself in the mirror wide-eyed. “What

had a huge opening in the chest area, exposing her busty figure and her

that was all the way up to