Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Of course he didn’t want to switch houses. He wanted to be as close to Charlotte as possible.

Here, an even more alluring smile appeared on Zachary’s lips. He turned around and walked straight into the villa.

Mr. Potter didn’t dare to question his decision or ask even more questions. He had no choice but to keep his mouth shut and continue making arrangements for Zachary.

The master bedroom of the villa was huge. The last rays of the evening streamed through the floor-length windows and pooled into a golden spot on the ground.

Zachary took off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his stifling shirt. Carrying a wine glass, he made his way to the balcony and sat down on the marble-white recliner. Squinting in the sunlight, he turned to look at the balcony of the adjoining house.

Almost immediately, the balcony door slid opened and out stepped a familiar-looking person. The woman was barefoot and wore her hair down around her shoulders. In a long, flowing silk dress, she looked both relaxed and careless.

Without her aloof, arrogant façade, she appeared more like the innocent, simple Charlotte from the past.

“Well, I didn’t expect to see you here, Mr. Nacht.”

Charlotte sat down on the same marble-white recliner. She stretched out her hand towards Morgan, who promptly passed her a glass of ready-made cocktail.

“I like admiring the beautiful scenery and beautiful women alike,” Zachary remarked.

He smiled at her and raised his eyebrows with an ambiguous look on his face.

with a taunting laugh.

show this side of me to certain

hair down, she looked quite the same as before. However, her eyes had taken on a rather arrogant quality, and for some reason, she looked sharper and

status came great

making fun of me, Mr. Nacht?” Charlotte asked, laughing

to provoke a reaction from her. “She has been missing for two years now. Could you possibly be

Nacht, your method of getting

really not

response didn’t seem fake— if it was fake, however, she had to be an exceptionally talented actress

nor panicked. In fact, she seemed to have no recollection of the past, and neither was she displaying any

was as if Zachary was a complete stranger to her. To Charlotte, he was

I know

provokingly, laughing frostily as she

she seemed to be full of mockery towards

her heart had

was as though his words

but wonder if they had

was a loud commotion downstairs. “You foolish people, don’t you have eyes? Don’t you know who I am? Let me in right now—I’m here to look

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