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 protect his son, right? But Helena is such a ruthless person.

have the time or energy to bother about the

allowing herself to dwell on the

arrived home, Mrs. Berry had already packed their suitcases

into more comfortable clothes. She took her bag and was about to head downstairs, but Zachary hugged her tightly to his chest and commanded domineeringly, “Call me every day to update your status and come back as soon as possible, preferably right

softly. “I’ll leave the kids

nose

a while longer

the suitcases. Then,

the window and waved

leave, he

immediately

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 and informed Mrs. Rawlston to heat them up for the triplets every

smiled and patted her hand before

“Yes, Ms. Windt.”