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

Moments

Come

Ben was still not certain that the tacky woman

to snap out of

to Zachary’s private room. Has he recognized

enjoying his drink quietly on the sofa. He looked calm and composed,

stood at the entrance as she did not

gestured

room, making

no heed to her as he silently sipped on

drink in his hand, and finally parted his lips to order her,

relented and went over to the back

other hand, was

voice after she was done. She had

another bottle,” Zachary gestured at

crouched down and opened another bottle

not once

to wash hands. Firstly, he deemed her wrist dirty after some

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

from being scalded by the

not turn over her hand to check, her palm was actually

Charlotte poured a half

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

had not once lifted her head and looked him in the