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!”

Ben said, glancing at Charlotte before rushing out of the

stop Ben. Before she could even get close to the door, Zachary gripped her arm tightly and dragged her

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

Zachary shouted, cutting him off. “Take him

chorused before dragging Michael

the time he got to the door. However, the

bed, making her wince as her injured waist

want to die!” he yelled, looking at her as

her forehead shimmering with sweat. “Michael might have had some misgivings, but I’ve always

you really think that I kidnapped your

“No, I…”

accused of something I never do,” Zachary said as he sat on the sofa and put one leg over the

sobbed, shaking her head

save some energy to plead for your kids’ lives

name over and over again, but he did not look