Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“She stepped on my hand without a second thought! There were shattered pieces of glasses everywhere on the ground! I-I…” She couldn’t finish her sentence as she started sniffling convulsively.

“Stop looking for excuses to justify your carelessness!” Ms. Goldstein reprimanded the woman and warned her, “No matter what, the show has to go on because the guests are the bigshots from the upper echelon and the corporate world! If you can’t think of something by then, you won’t get to stay in the industry anymore.”

“I-I…”

“I’ll get the violinists to perform ahead of you! I want you to deal with it by hook or by crook!”

Charlotte heard the clicking voice of Ms. Goldstein’s high heels. She knew the fierce woman would stride out of the lounge soon.

Immediately, she stepped aside and saw Ms. Goldstein with a black suit walking out of the room, heading towards the powder room that was diagonally opposite the lounge. The fierce-looking Ms. Goldstein clapped her hands and announced, “Violinists! Please get yourself ready because you’ll be performing on stage three minutes later!”

Charlotte turned around and peered into the lounge, spotting the presence of a good-looking woman wailing as she stepped aside from the partition. She could barely pull herself together while her trembling hand bled excessively.

choice but to tend to her wounds

open it with her elbow since her palms were gravely injured. Unfortunately, her effort was to no avail—no matter how hard she tried, she

offered, “Allow

injured woman was confused by Charlotte’s presence. Shortly, she nodded and

kit, she reached for the iodine to sterilize the woman’s injured palm before picking the shattered pieces of glasses out of her wounds using the

sensation she felt, but she pursed her lips and resisted the urge to wail. Nevertheless, torrents of grief streamed down her cheeks

she saw her wounded palm. “No! We can’t delay any further! I’ll bring you to the hospital at

my career!” The girl wailed and begged Charlotte, “Please bind my hand and see if you can stop the bleeding. I’ll put on a pair of

a pathetic state?”

barely budged. It wasn’t even a serious knock. I don’t mind being blamed, but how could she step on my hand when there were

and wailed hysterically to

I begged her to be merciful, but she had no intention to stop! Instead, she went all out and moved her foot around feverishly.