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

Moments passed and she still could not regain her

for? Come right this way!” Ben

then, Ben was still not certain that the

forced herself to snap out of

sense 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

room. He was enjoying his drink quietly on the sofa. He looked calm

at the entrance as she did not dare to enter

Ben gestured for her

but to enter the private room, making her way to the center, and looked

to her as he silently sipped on his

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

and went over

on the other

done.

bottle,” Zachary gestured at her with his

opened another bottle of red

the while, Zachary had not once

hands. Firstly, he deemed her wrist dirty after some guy gripped it. Second of all, he was trying to identify her by spotting the wound on her

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

on her palms from being scalded by the

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

decanting, Charlotte poured a

back, keeping quiet all the while as she kept her head low, waiting for his next

not once lifted her head and looked