Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte lowered her head in apprehension and dared not make a sound.

She didn’t dare to tell him that it was Wesley who made an exception and recruited her. Neither was she bold enough to disclose that Wesley used to be her father’s subordinate and that he only recruited her because he had some ill intentions toward her.

“I recruited her myself,” Zachary blurted out placidly.

“Shut up!” Old Mr. Nacht glowered at him ferociously. He was purple with rage.

“Fine!” Zachary resorted to silence. Nevertheless, he pulled out the chair next to him and beckoned for Charlotte to come over and sit down.Charlotte took a gander at old Mr. Nacht and didn’t dare to sit.

Seeing as Zachary was so protective of Charlotte, Sharon was green with jealousy.

“Sit.” Old Mr. Nacht gestured to her graciously.

It was only upon hearing it that Charlotte finally sat down. However, her head was lowered all the while, and she couldn’t pluck up her courage to say anything.

The maid served breakfast for her together with some new tableware. In response, Charlotte started softly, “It’s okay. I have to go.”

leave?”

froze and looked

the table and threw it in front of Charlotte. “It’s just like this slice of bread. It can only be an appetizer to tantalize your taste buds but can never be the main

Charlotte provocatively. “Then, of course, for those impoverished at the slum, slices of bread

but

breath, Charlotte looked up at Sharon and snickered, “So what do you regard yourself as? The main course on the dining table of the well-off? Isn’t that just some beef steak waiting to be cut and

Sharon wasn’t able to produce

Nacht,” Charlotte turned around and looked at old Mr. Nacht as she said lento and dignified, “The bread didn’t even want to appear on your dining table in the first place. All it did was stay quietly in the bakery, and people who like it would naturally cherish it. But it’s a shame that some people took it away forcibly and brought it here to become the appetizer. I don’t think you should blame the bread. The man who insisted on bringing

squinted with a dangerous and shrewd glint in his eyes while

Mr. Nacht bellowed, “Are you implying that

composure. She couldn’t bear to acknowledge the fact that the man she so

thing is, I’ve never hounded him,” Charlotte grabbed the chance to state her stance. “If you don’t like me,

everything difficult for her, insulted and bullied her time and

Nacht. When will this

she resorted to

to harass her, she would never have to take