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.

slumped to the floor and

and froze on the ground. Moments passed and she still

Come right this

was still not certain that the tacky woman standing before

to snap out of her thoughts

of trepidation 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

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

she did not dare to enter the

Ben gestured for

no choice but to enter the private room, making her

to her as

in his hand, and finally parted his lips to order

she relented and went over to the back and washed her

on the other hand,

Charlotte said in a small voice after she was done. She

another bottle,” Zachary gestured at her with his

crouched down and opened another bottle of red wine

not once

wash hands. Firstly, he deemed her wrist dirty after some guy gripped it. Second of all, he was trying to identify her

that the wound on the back of her hand had actually healed and did not leave any scar

palms from being scalded by the cigar

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

decanting, Charlotte poured a half a glass

she stood up and retracted a few steps back, keeping quiet all the while as she kept her head low, waiting for his next

head and looked him in the