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.

section C,” Charlotte nudged her friend. “Don’t

are a lot of customers here at section A, and it’s alright

“Sure.”

was summoned as

Night was always bustling with customers. Every night was practically fully booked. Unless one made a prior reservation, otherwise

shorthanded there. That was

in section A, the guests at the private room had ordered a lot of drinks. Charlotte

after carts of expensive wine into the private room and crouched on

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

though another hostess was right in his arms. He rubbed against Charlotte’s thighs with the tip of his toes and flirted, “Hey pretty, you have

the offer, sir. But I don’t know how to drink.” Charlotte

Night?” The man smiled slyly and offered, “What do you

really the

other men

you,” the other hostesses tried to

a lecherous manner. “I’d even say that she’s well developed by just looking at