Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“You flatter me, Mr. Lindberg.” Zachary stared at the man’s side profile and with a placid smile on his face. “H City can only accommodate one king. You should find yourself another territory.”

“My apologies, but I’ve taken an liking to this particular city.” The man’s low and hoarse voice carried a wintry undertone. “Until then.”

Thereafter, the Maybach glided away.

Charlotte watched the car leave and couldn’t help but remark, “That man is so mysterious. I mean, he didn’t show his face the whole time.”

“That’s just how the Lindbergs are. Bunch of lunatics.” Zachary’s tone became unpleasant mentioning the Lindberg family.

“Oh.” Deciding to end this topic, Charlotte exclaimed, “Helena and Hector both had it coming. I just feel sad for the boy…”

“His appearance was out of my expectation.”

Ever since Zachary became a father, he started having a soft spot for children. He never wanted Timothy to see the video. At first, he thought that Hector would have excluded his son from his wedding by all means after committing such a crime against his first wife to marry another woman. Unexpectedly, Timothy had appeared at the wedding.

It was hard to imagine a child already possessing murderous intent at such a young age.

Adults committed crimes, but their children suffered the consequences.

was indeed

would probably still

the time or

not allowing herself to dwell on the

Charlotte arrived home, Mrs. Berry had already

was about to head downstairs, but Zachary hugged her tightly to

Charlotte rose on her tippy toes to kiss him softly. “I’ll leave the kids to you. Take good care of them and

it.” Zachary reached out to pinch her nose lovingly.

of them embraced for a while longer before reluctantly going

at the door helped with the suitcases. Then, they

rolled down the window and waved goodbye

leave, he instructed

immediately followed after

one small suitcase each, but we can buy one later if you find that you need more space.” Mrs. Berry chatted with Charlotte in the car. “I made a hundred hot cross bunnies earlier

patted her hand before urging the driver, “Could you speed up a

“Yes, Ms. Windt.”