Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Zachary cringed slightly in response. He was about to decline when he saw Charlotte heading their way, causing him to change his mind. With a coy but polite smile, Zachary gestured to the door of his lounge. “Please! Come in!”

“Thank you!” chirped Nancy, ecstatic.

Zachary smile, glancing quickly in Charlotte’s direction before leading Nancy into his private lounge, deliberately slowing down his pace.

As he had intended, Charlotte passed by the pair on her way to her own lounge. However, to his dismay, Charlotte merely gave him a look of contempt and walked right past without further thought.

Zachary’s brows furrowed as he frowned. The interaction between Charlotte and Sharon, the way Charlotte was finding fault in Sharon in everything the latter did, the way Charlotte seemed to be getting revenge crossed his mind. All those seemed to prove she really was Charlotte Windt…

So why, upon seeing myself in close proximity with another woman, did she not even flinch?

“Mr. Nacht, my family’s company is entertainment-based. We have signed contracts with many popular celebrities in Koandria…”

Nancy immediately launched into self-introduction the second she sat down. “Hope you can give us a chance to work together, Mr. Nacht,” she added sweetly.

“Mm…” Zachary nodded half-heartedly. “We shall see, maybe someday.”

As he was talking, he gave a signal.

Ben walked forward and bowed courteously. “This way, Miss Gold,” he said politely, gesturing to the door.

a conversation, why is he

asked cautiously, “Mr. Nacht, can we exchange our numbers,

at her phone with no

please, Miss.” Ben urged

utter another word of protest, Nancy reluctantly got up and leave with a

door of the opposite lounge across the hallway. The latter noticed him too.

teeth in fury

shut in frustration. “That damned woman,

Zachary asked out of curiosity and lifted his eyes to peer at Ben. He was quietly savoring the wine

“Yesterday during the car accident, it was her who came out of the

able to beat her if there was a

was starting to get anxious. “Mr. Nacht, I’m one of your men, how could you compliment others while putting your own people

defeat her in combat, then we’ll

to… but she’s one of Ms. Lindberg’s people, and I dare not

from outside. “What the

It was Marino!

like your fighting skills aren’t as good as your racing skills,” an arrogant,

Let me show you

arrogance, Marino lunged towards the