Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Mrs. Berry panicked and pushed Charlotte behind her. “Don’t touch her! I dare you to beat me up!”

Zachary simply sighed and signaled to his bodyguards, who dragged Mrs. Berry away. “Help! Somebody help me!” Mrs. Berry was terrified as it happened.

One of the bodyguards reached over and covered her mouth with his hand.

“Mrs. Berry…” Charlotte called, worried that she might get hurt.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Windt,” Raina whispered. “Mr. Nacht won’t hurt her.”“But…”

Before Charlotte could finish her sentence, Zachary grabbed her chin roughly and twisted her neck around to face him.

His eyes flashed dangerously as he asked, “Am I some sort of convicted criminal, huh?”

“W-What do you mean?” Charlotte asked, terrified. “I never thought of you as the one…”

“Ben!” Zachary shouted, ignoring her attempt to explain herself completely. “Capture the three little rascals now!”

said, glancing at Charlotte

could even get close to the door,

do you think you are? I’ve already called the police, and if you don’t let

the cops!” Zachary shouted,

chorused before dragging Michael

whole way out, and a curious crowd had already formed by the time he got to the door. However, the moment he emerged from

Zachary practically tossed Charlotte onto the bed, making her wince as her injured waist

he yelled, looking

forehead shimmering with sweat. “Michael might

asked, grinning coldly. “Did you really think

“No, I…”

can’t just sit around and be accused of something I never do,” Zachary said as he sat on the sofa and

shaking her head

some energy to plead for your kids’ lives later?”

name over and over again, but he did not