Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

As Charlotte served the beers and jotted down the orders, she suddenly caught sight of someone who looked all too familiar. Her heart almost missed a beat upon looking at him from behind.

It’s him!

Every time Zachary visited Sultry Night, he would don a black leather jacket and cover his face with his unique black mask. Even in the dimly lit hallway, his tall stature still exuded strength and screamed power.

The aura around him made him seem like a god of the underworld.

But why is he here?Is he coming here to fool around with the hostesses too?

In an instant, countless thoughts flooded into Charlotte’s head. She fixed her gaze on him with mixed emotions.

Only when Zachary entered his usual private room did she turn her head around.

“Charlotte, what’s up?” Olivia tapped on Charlotte’s shoulder playfully.

“Nothing. Room V11 wants some ice. I’ll go get it,” Charlotte replied, coming to her senses.

“I can go instead. There’s another group of customers in that private room over there. They just arrived, so you can go in there and maybe get a big order or two! Get going! Good luck!” Olivia took her tray with a bright smile.

“Hah… alright!”

listened to Olivia. It had been a week since she started working, but the number

had reminded her countless of times to be thick-skinned and master the art of using the right words to become

to coerce a customer into buying expensive drinks, Charlotte still acted stiffly. Unable to hold back her impatience any longer,

in Charlotte’s face and gave her a reality check. She knew that she

Olivia made use of every single opportunity she could find to help Charlotte get bigger

educated than the rest. We are pretty lucky if you think about it. Look at our fellow promoters! They get the hang of working here within days, and some made enough to buy their houses in the short span

not that sociable… But I’ll work

place. We can’t be working here our whole lives, can we?”

be the top promoter tonight!” Charlotte

going! That’s a VVIP room. You mustn’t make them

“Yeah!”

deep

impressively big orders from that private room. After all, Zachary was the customer in there. He had bottles of liquor reserved exclusively for him, all of which with

problem then was hiding her identity from him. Will he recognize

looked as if she was showing off her curvy figure.