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

froze on the ground. Moments passed and

Come right

until then, Ben was still not certain that the tacky woman standing before him was Charlotte

forced herself to snap out of

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

his drink

the entrance as she did not dare

please,” Ben gestured for her

no choice but to enter the private room, making her way to the center, and looked apprehensively

her as he silently

his hand, Zachary put down the drink in his hand, and finally parted his lips

was stumped, but she relented and went over to the back and washed her

other hand,

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

another bottle,” Zachary gestured at her with his

crouched down and opened another bottle

had not once averted his gaze

wrist dirty after some guy

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

palms from being scalded by the

he did not turn over her hand to check,

poured a half a glass

retracted a few steps back, keeping quiet all the

lifted her head and looked him in the