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.

the floor and fainted

ground. Moments passed

Come right this

certain that the

out of her

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

his drink quietly on the sofa. He looked calm and

she did not dare to

way, please,” Ben gestured

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

to her as he silently sipped

he finished the drink in his hand, Zachary put down the drink in his hand, and finally

went over to the

the other

said in a small voice after she was done. She had no idea what Zachary

gestured at her

another bottle of red wine to decant

once averted his gaze

after some guy

wound on the back of her hand

her palms from being scalded by the cigar was still clear and

he did not turn over her hand to check, her palm was actually concealed from sight when decanting the

was done decanting, Charlotte poured a half

all the while as she kept her head low,

lifted her head and looked