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…”

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

no intention to put

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

to bring this over

at the evening gown as she tried to make something up to turn down their request because she had no intention to be part of the

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

my realm, 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 up

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 on us because it is not easy to get a job

again

and discuss something with Mr. Ben.” As

the trio, sitting in front of the

In order to get her hair styled, a

her look, they helped her to get

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

busty figure and her cleavage, covering only the most

was a gown with a train, it had a high split that was all the way up to her inner thigh. Should she fail to exercise caution, her undergarment would be exposed