Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“That’s brilliant!” Zachary curled up his lips into a smile. “But I’d like to correct you on one thing only. Once this year’s data is revealed, Nacht Group will still come first!”

“You seem confident,” Charlotte commented with her eyebrow still raised. “How are you so sure, that Lindberg Corporation wouldn’t overthrow Nacht Group from the first place this year?”

Zachary flashed her a good-mannered grin. “Well Ms. Lindberg, most of the assets of Lindberg Corporation are in Epea and Adrune. In the Aploth Chamber of Commerce, naturally, Nacht Group located here in Aploth has a higher advantage! I believe Danrique Lindberg will think so too!”

Hearing those words, Charlotte had no words to refute the argument. In all reality, she couldn’t care less about the ranks. It was the sight of Sharon that lit the fuse. Charlotte did not know why, but something about Sharon Blackwood just rubbed her the wrong way, irritating her to no end, and all she wanted is to counter everything Sharon said or did.

That was what provoked her to do what she had done earlier.

“Excuse me.” Zachary placed down his champagne flute and left with a polite nod.

Charlotte stared intently at his silhouette, frowning slightly. This man gives the impression of a calm and collected gentleman, yet he can retaliate my words with just a few sentences.

I’ll have to raise my guards around him!

As the scene ended, Mr. Potter quickly lightened the mood. “The Lindbergs and the Nachts have always equally matched, both equally impressive and should be our benchmark,” he announced in a loud voice. “Right, everyone?”

“Right!” the crowd chorused.

to rest. Should I escort you to your private lounge?” Mr. Potter approached Charlotte cautiously, in fear that

her with a smile and

had excused himself since his phone had not stopped vibrating with calls and notifications. The moment he stepped foot

to pulled his phone away a few inches from his ear. “First you made plans to go

froze, speechless. Only then did he recall the dinner reservations he had made

had intended to have a conversation with Cynthia, but the sudden change of

wonder my phone kept vibrating

I

in the restaurant for two

interrupted Zachary. “She could have just gone back on her own, must

was just asking me about your whereabouts. She

about what? What could possibly happen to me?” Zachary’s patience was beginning to slip away. “Fine, I’ll

in our house,” replied Henry before

loss for words. After a few quiet seconds, he quipped, “Why did you bring her