Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Zachary narrowed his eyes at Charlotte’s wrist.

“Aren’t you going to let her go?” Ben bellowed at the guy, “Are you tired of having your hands attached to your body?”

The man hurriedly let go of Charlotte and retracted a few steps and slumped to the sofa behind. He asked in an apprehensive manner, “Who- who are you guys?”

The other men at the sofa were scared to their wits and dared not make a sound.

“Make him lose the hand that was gripping her wrist just now!”

Zachary barked the orders before turning around to leave.

Stumped, Charlotte froze on the ground, widening her eyes in disbelief at the turn of events. Before she could even figure out what just transpired, the sounds of the man wailing in pain filled the private room.

As she traced the sounds of the man screaming in pain, she was greeted by the sight of Ben stepping the man’s hands against the wall. The crisp sounds of the man’s bones cracking rang in her ears.

The man’s face grimaced with the excruciating pain. He tried hard to struggle himself free but to no avail.

The other people in the private room paled at the sight as they retreated themselves to a corner, not daring to utter even a single word.

The hostesses had never seen anything like it and shuddered in fear as they covered their eyes.

“You have a death wish!” Ben scowled at the man and retracted his foot.

floor and fainted from the agonizing

the ground. Moments passed and she still could

are you waiting for? Come right this way!” Ben

not certain that the tacky woman standing before him was

herself to snap out of

their way over to Zachary’s private room. Has he recognized me? How is he going to punish me if he has

already reached Zachary’s private room. He was enjoying his drink quietly on the sofa. He looked calm and

as she did not dare to

please,” Ben gestured

had no choice but to enter the private room, making her

to her as

the drink in his hand, Zachary put down the drink in his hand, and finally parted his lips to order her, “Go

stumped, but she relented and went

other hand,

voice after she was done. She had no

Zachary gestured at her

another bottle of red wine to decant

had not once averted his gaze from her

of the reasons that he demanded her to wash hands. Firstly, he deemed her wrist dirty after some guy gripped it. Second of all, he was

she was actually glad that the wound on the back of her

palms from being scalded by the cigar

check, her

decanting, Charlotte poured

few steps back, keeping quiet all the while as she kept her head low, waiting for

head and looked him in the