Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Charlotte! Charlotte!” Michael shouted from outside the ward. “Are you okay?”

He paused for a moment before speaking again, “Zachary Nacht! I won’t let you hurt her again!”

“Mr. Brown, please be quiet! This is a hospital!” Raina scolded.

“Mrs. Berry gave me a call and told me that the kids went missing!” Michael exclaimed angrily. “Did Zachary kidnap them? They’re only three years old! Doesn’t he know that the kids…”

“That’s enough!” Raina bellowed, cutting him off. “You’re doing nothing but hurting Ms. Windt!”“What are you talking about? Why would I hurt her?” Michael asked incredulously as he tried to push past her. “Zachary Nacht! Get out…”

The door creaked open before he could finish his sentence.

Zachary emerged from the room, his clothes in a wrinkled mess.

Even so, his mere presence felt like a chokehold.

He glared at Michael warily. “What’s the matter now, Mr. Brown?”

you kidnap those three kids?” Michael asked, his voice

merely narrowed his eyes, making the

out of the room while holding her injured waist. “He didn’t kidnap

yelled the moment he saw Charlotte in her battered state. He rushed forward to support her. “Did you get hurt? Who did this

torso during the banquet that night,

as though she

did it!” Zachary declared. “What are you

raising his

trying her best to push him away on

involved in her

knew how much Zachary cared about Charlotte, and he would definitely try his best to help her as long as she asked him

would only make things thousand times

He’s messing everything up!

Let’s go!” Michael said,

warning, he reached out and grabbed Michael’s neck. “You