Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“That might be a possibility.” Zachary narrowed his gaze.

“Tell me who tried to frame her then?” Henry arched a brow in question. “Spencer went over the surveillance cameras. She was the one who ground the coffee beans, brewed the coffee, and brought it to your office. No one else was involved in the process.”

After a pause, something occurred to him.

“Oh, right. She bumped into Ben in front of your office,” he sneered. “Are you saying Ben poisoned the coffee and framed it on her?”

“Oh!” Ben exclaimed in shock. “I did nothing.”

“After taking the coffee from her, Ben entered your office. We don’t have access to the surveillance cameras inside your office,” explained Spencer as he gave Zachary a polite bow.

“Of course, Ben should be a suspect as well. If you think my decision isn’t fair enough, I can send both Ben and Charlotte to the police so the police can decide for themselves.”

Ben glanced at Zachary sheepishly and said nothing.

“Otherwise, you can give us access to the surveillance cameras in your office to see whether Ben was the culprit,” suggested Spencer.

“No need,” Zachary sat down on a chair and declared. “There isn’t any surveillance camera in my office!”

“Then—”

worked with me for ten years. I have total control over him, so he wouldn’t have done something

gazed at Charlotte.

her, she would’ve retrieved the cup and destroy the evidence. She might be a fool, but there’s no way she’d be foolish enough to leave the

she’s unconscious. Her life is in danger. How dare you

stating the facts,” Zachary

gazed at him. Luckily, he trusts me. I’m glad he’s still trying to defend

now. “I need to

are you doing?

moved to carry out

“No!” Charlotte was flustered.

dare you?”

came

you trying to go

with his cane

Zachary