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…”

and said, “Ms. Blackwood

in.” Charlotte had no intention to put the person in charge

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

us to bring this

to make something up to turn down their request

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

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

said if you don’t turn up at the banquet, we don’t have to return to her anymore.” The trio put on a pitiable front and stated in an aggrieved manner, “Ms. Windt, please have mercy

again when she

with Mr. Ben.”

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

had just taken her shower a few hours ago, they wouldn’t have to wash her hair anymore. In order to get her hair

her to get changed into the evening

at herself in the mirror wide-eyed.

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

way up to her inner thigh. Should she fail to exercise caution, her undergarment would be exposed in