Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“I have something else to tend to!”

“Ten minutes! No! Five minutes! Wait! Three minutes! Three minutes is all it takes! Please?”

“Fine. I’ll spare you three minutes”

As Zachary gave in to Sharon’s demand, he opened the door and walked into the room.

Charlotte tried to push Michael away from her, but it was too late—the duo that was at the entrance had caught them red-handed.Sharon and Zachary paused due to Michael and Charlotte’s odd position.

Michael had his arms straightened on the couch while he was on top of Charlotte. Her exposing and messed-up gown caused others to misperceive they were in the middle of an intimate session.

The moment Zachary opened the door, a gentle breeze whizzed into the pitch-black room, causing Charlotte’s already exposing dress to billow, exposing her inner thighs and her busty figure.

The air went dead silent as things had gotten unexpectedly awkward between the parties that were present.

Charlotte could feel the murderous intent through the glint in Zachary’s eyes, although they were a few feet away.

Her heart sank because she thought the furious man would kill her for real. Immediately, she sat upright and adjusted her wrinkled gown.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to get in your way! We have no idea this room is occupied, but please pay no heed to us and go on with the session that has been started!”

things seemed to have settled down, Sharon broke the silence and stirred things up between them once

because it was written all over

let’s go and leave them alone! We should stop getting

and made his way into

was on his way to her. She got up from the couch but staggered due

her and supported her in the nick

I-I…” Sharon stuttered after she moved away from

a talk, okay? Stop

when he spotted

glared at Charlotte and ran his fingers through the silky-smooth gown of hers. “Really? You’re telling me she’s merely having

Sharon sashayed her way into the room and chimed in, “Why can’t you have a talk with her at the banquet hall? What sort of confidential conversation is it for you to have it in

loud, “Are you sure both

confronted, “Aren’t you

the vicious scheme of

didn’t you turn me down when you have the chance to do so?” Sharon responded

“Y-You—”

with his gigantic palm. “She’s right! You should stop blaming others

because she didn’t expect such a harsh remark