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

no intention to put the person

brought 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

to bring this over to you.

up to turn down their request because she had no intention to be part of

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

realm, I don’t think I have to be part of it.” Charlotte told the stylists and make-up artist, “Please express

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

gave in to their request again when she heard their

over and discuss something with Mr. Ben.” As soon as Lucy told

sitting in front of the dressing table, allowing them

her shower a few hours ago, they wouldn’t have to wash her hair anymore. In order to get her hair styled, a simple blow dry was sufficient. Since she had flawless skin, they merely had to apply light make-up to highlight her ethereal

get changed into

in the mirror wide-eyed.

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

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