Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“That’s true.” Lupine nodded in agreement.

“Stop with the nonsense.” Charlotte gestured.

Lupine immediately switched on the laptop and pulled up a video. Not long after, everything that was happening in the private room opposite was shown on the screen.

From the screen, Zachary was leaning on the sofa lazily while smoking a cigar.

At the same time, a waitress was seen crouching down beside him, mixing up some drinks.

Although this looked like nothing much, it somehow gave people a sense of oppression.

“Is he really a gigolo?” Lupine stared at the laptop screen in disbelief. “His aura is no joke!”

“Zachary indeed has an intimidating aura too. But both of them are completely different.” Morgan analyzed. “Also, Zachary is self-centered, so I don’t think he’ll give up his ego and pretend to be a gigolo.”

“Yeah.” Both of Charlotte’s subordinates felt that it could not have been Zachary.

Nonetheless, Charlotte continued to stare at the screen, watching the way he smoked his cigar, the way he drank, and even the way he tousled his hair. Everything felt oddly familiar…

feeling of familiarity felt

was different from the mixed feelings she felt from

felt like she should believe him even if

it when the gigolo in

at the screen. It

would you like?” The waitress

took out a pile of cash and passed it to her. He then added, “You don’t have to serve here. Go and stand

The waitress asked

Lupine gritted her teeth with anger in front of the laptop. “I

if he’s not Zachary, he still has ill intentions,” Morgan said furiously, “How dare a scumbag

staring at the screen with a complicated gaze. Just who is this

the outside and instructed, “If you hear any screams, cries, or

a glance, looking

as well. Why would he

sorry, Sir. I wouldn’t dare do so if you don’t explain it to me properly.” The waitress was smart, and it was expected of someone who received money from both sides. “Those people in the other room are all big shots, and they’re

business meeting with her client, but I’m afraid that she would be taken advantage of.” The gigolo was getting anxious by the second. “Are you going? If not, I’m