Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Ms. Lindberg, your bodyguards sure are an image of yourself,” joked Zachary in a good manner while stepping out of his private room. “All of you are hot-tempered.”

“Sorry ’bout that,” grinned Charlotte humbly. “Us Lindbergs are rather aggressive with quite a unique personality. Please excuse us, Mr. Nacht.”

“That’s quite alright, Ms. Lindberg. A gentleman will not pick fights with women.” A smile made its way to his lips. No matter what, Zachary had to redeem some of Ben’s and Marino’s dignity. “As for us Nachts, we might have superb combat skills, but we will never bully the weak just because we’re strong.”

Well said! Applaud Ben internally as he felt his dignity being restored.

Upon seeing someone finally had their backs, Marino’s gaze soften as well.

“Hah,” sneered Charlotte. “Who’s strong and who’s weak, we don’t even know yet.”

At the side, Lupine and Morgan cracked their knuckles, ever ready for another fight.

Ben and Marino did not back down either. The pair puffed up their chests and raised their fists, getting into a fighting stance.

“Arguing with women is not a gentleman’s character,” smirked Zachary while shrugging his shoulders. “How ’bout we play a game?”

“What game do you have in mind, Mr. Nacht?” Charlotte asked with an arched eyebrow, not backing down from the challenge.

“Shall we go to the basement?” asked Zachary as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaning nonchalantly against the door frame of his private lounge. “There are lots of games we can play at the basement… unless of course, you’re afraid and want to call it quits.”

afraid of?” Charlotte straightened her spine and lifted her chin in pride. “Who’s to say, maybe we

Zachary gestured in the direction of

pair moved towards the elevator side by side with six of their people trailing behind. Each step

in the wide hallway, Charlotte and Zachary walked next to each other in close proximity, shortening the gap

raven-black hair, and the same mild perfume she used to wear. Everything about her seemed to be

you looking

at you, of course!” Zachary answered, grinning

but you will never get to touch,”

see.” The corners

it was men’s territory. Pole dancers are on

laps, playing poker

race when he got word that Zachary and Charlotte had arrived. He quickly got up

“Mr. Nacht, Ms. Lindberg!”

dismissively, letting the crowd know not to be influenced

to continue the game. Nevertheless, their eyes

suggest, Ms.

Charlotte swept her eyes across the room, finally

“Not a bad choice, my men are quite

“At least now it’ll be a

silent, taking in the woman next to