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 the agonizing

was stumped and froze on the ground. Moments passed and she still could

you waiting for? Come right this

still not certain that the tacky woman

herself to snap out of her thoughts and

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

enjoying his drink quietly on the sofa. He looked calm

the entrance as she

please,” Ben gestured for her

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

heed to her as he silently sipped on

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

and went over to the

other hand, was

was done. She had no idea what Zachary

bottle,” Zachary gestured at her

and opened another bottle of red wine to

the while, Zachary had not once averted

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

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

scalded by the cigar was still

he did not turn over her hand to check, her palm was

she was done decanting, Charlotte poured a

few steps back, keeping quiet all the

had not once lifted her head and looked him in the