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.

dumbfounded. Zachary had just invited her in for a conversation, why

asked cautiously,

peered at her phone with no

please, Miss.” Ben

word of protest, Nancy reluctantly got up and leave with a curt and polite

sight of Charlotte’s ferocious female bodyguard closing the door of the opposite lounge across the hallway. The latter noticed him too. Though stunned at

Ben gnashed his teeth in fury upon

door shut in frustration. “That damned woman, I will make her

He was quietly savoring the wine he had poured for himself

Ms. Lindberg,” huffed Ben. “Yesterday during the car accident, it was her who came out of the car and started hollering at me.

like she has great combat skills, you might not be able to

I’m one of your men,

combat, then we’ll

Ms. Lindberg’s people, and I dare not cross

his sentence, a loud noise came from outside. “What the f*ck are you doing?” a furious

It was Marino!

aren’t as good as

Let me show you how

enough of her arrogance, Marino lunged towards the