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!”

down, Sharon broke the silence and stirred things up between them

could feel Zachary’s wrath because it was written

grinned and suggested, “Zachary, let’s go and leave them alone! We should stop getting in their

Sharon off and made his way into the

a cannibal was on his way to her. She got up from the couch

almost fell, but Michael stopped her and

I-I…” Sharon stuttered after

we’re merely having a talk, okay? Stop

Michael explained the reason they were in the room when he spotted the anxious look

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

can’t you have a talk with her

“Are

confronted, “Aren’t you the

scheme of Sharon, she didn’t want to

have I forced you to put it on? Why didn’t you turn me down when you have the chance to do so?”

“Y-You—”

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

in shock because she didn’t expect such