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.

Mr. Nacht,” Charlotte commented with a taunting laugh. “What happened to the

side of

two years, but she hadn’t changed a bit. After taking off her makeup and letting her 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 more

came great

Mr. Nacht?” Charlotte asked, laughing coldly.

look a lot like my wife…” Zachary tried to provoke a reaction from her. “She has been missing

laughter immediately. “Mr. Nacht, your method

you really not recognize

if it was fake, however, she had to be

no recollection

stranger to her. To Charlotte, he was nothing more than her

would I know

her eyebrows provokingly, laughing frostily as she gazed

to be full of mockery towards him, her heart was actually full of

heart had wedged itself a little

was as though his words had truly

wonder if they had met each

don’t you have eyes? Don’t you know who I am? Let me in right now—I’m here to look

sounded rather