Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte turned around, and noticed that Zachary was indeed making his way toward them with his bodyguards trailing behind him.

“Isn’t he the guy from the dinner last time?”

Olivia recognized the man right away. The man was practically the center of attention at the dinner at Ashenville Garden last time, someone whom even the nobles were trying to appease. He must be some bigshot.

“What should I do?” All color drained from Kristi’s face as her legs shook. “Has he found out that I was impersonating you and he’s here to teach me a lesson?”

“Don’t worry.” Noticing that Kristi was shuddering, she could not bring herself to drag the latter into more trouble. She exchanged her number with her and dismissed her, “Go on with your work. I’ll handle this.”“Okay, then,” Kristi scurried off.

“Charlotte, did you somehow offend the man?” Olivia asked in a worried tone.

“Maybe.” If I hadn’t recognized him or treated him like a gigolo, then maybe our paths would never have crossed again.

“Let’s go. They’re almost here,” Olivia tried to drag Charlotte along.

The two of them were more than familiar with the hallways. Before long, they found themselves back in Section A. Noticing that they had shrugged off the group, Charlotte heaved a sigh of relief.

“Fleur had arranged for us to help out in section C today. Will she punish us if she realizes that we’re in section A instead?” Olivia was apprehensive about defying Fleur’s arrangements.

her friend.

customers here at section A, and it’s alright for you to come here and back them up, or

“Sure.”

was summoned as

was always bustling with customers. Every night was practically fully booked. Unless one made a prior reservation, otherwise it would be near impossible to get a room in the

was throwing a party in section C, and they were shorthanded there. That was why Fleur had arranged for Charlotte

private room had ordered a

expensive wine into the private room and crouched on the floor as she poured the

and flirted with the girls on the sofa. It was apparent that they were having

the men was ogling Charlotte even though another hostess was right in his arms. He rubbed against Charlotte’s thighs with the tip of his toes and flirted,

know how to drink.” Charlotte shifted herself

Night?” The man smiled slyly and offered, “What do you say to one thousand per drink,

really the

men burst out

still too young, let us drink with you,” the other

man was still eyeballing Charlotte in a lecherous manner. “I’d even say that she’s well developed by