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!”

the silence and

could feel Zachary’s wrath because it was

and suggested, “Zachary, let’s go and leave them alone!

and made

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

She almost fell, but Michael stopped her and

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

having a talk, okay?

were in the room when he

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

gown…” Charlotte was about to rebuke Zachary’s rhetorical question, yet 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

wondered out loud, “Are you sure

“Aren’t you the

wanted to play along with the vicious scheme of Sharon, she didn’t want to get Michael

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

“Y-You—”

Charlotte and squeezed her cheek with his gigantic palm. “She’s right! You should stop

shock because she didn’t expect such