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.

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

A, and it’s alright for you to come here and back

“Sure.”

as soon

booked. Unless one made a prior reservation, otherwise it would be

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

section A, the guests at the private room had ordered a lot

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

flirted with the

of 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, “Hey pretty, you have a great body. Why

I don’t know how to drink.”

not able to drink when you’re working at Sultry Night?” The man smiled slyly and offered, “What

you’re really the

men

the other hostesses tried to get Charlotte

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