Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Once Zachary was done with the kids’ classes, he went back to the bedroom with a gloomy look. “Look at what Ellie did to me!”

Charlotte looked up and immediately saw that his head was full of tiny little braids. His nails were also painted with different colored nail polish. Melancholy was written all over his face and his brows were knitted tightly together.

Pfft! She couldn’t contain her laughter. “You look pretty cute. Hahaha!”

“Stop laughing.” Zachary pushed her onto the bed and ran his hands all over her. He then bit on her earlobe and whispered seductively, “I’m going to punish you.”

“Hold on. Stop it.” Charlotte said in between her laughter from being tickled, “There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

“Don’t change the topic.” Zachary reached into her dress and started to explore her body.

“There really is something,” she said as she grabbed hold of his wrist. “It’s about the Whites!”

frowning. “What does the Whites’

the other day. “I thought that Helena was just being a little stubborn and unreasonable and that the most she’d do were to teach Luna a lesson. I didn’t expect her to be so evil and have people take

is indeed too much.” Zachary frowned and continued, “But this can be taken over to the proper

know,” she replied while nodding. “I reported this to the police after the incident and provided them with evidence. After that, Amanda and Simon came and looked for me, but I didn’t personally meet them. I

her family fortune to seek justice that Luna deserved. She even posted the incident online so that she could use the pressure of the public’s opinion to attract

three people from the Whites went missing during my accident. They tried to call me multiple times before

her phone and showed him the texts sent by

when bullying you previously. Yet they’re still shameless enough to come asking for help from you?” Zachary replied coldly. “Though they are quite miserable, it still has nothing to do with you. You can just ignore

Timothy called me earlier asking for help. I…” Thinking of what the little boy said, she began to choke on

begging for my help non-stop. He begged me to

fell silent upon

hesitating. But now that he reunited with his children, his attitude softened and