Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Everyone around Zachary was startled by his sudden outburst. They knew he was a good fighter, but they weren’t aware of his immense strength.

Bang! Another kick from Zachary, and the door was open.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Morgan trained her gun on Zachary. “This is Ms. Lindberg’s room. You aren’t allowed to… “

Before she could finish, Zachary had rushed into the room.

Zachary traced Charlotte’s voice into the bathroom and immediately made his way there.

Lupine, who was at the bathroom door, tried to stop Zachary. “How dare you! This is the Lindberg’s… “

Nonetheless, Zachary had no patience for her either as he roughly pushed her away. He was so strong that Lupine fell onto the floor.

As soon as he stepped into the bathroom, he was shocked at the scene laid out in front of him.

Charlotte was lying naked in the bathtub, screaming at the top of her lungs as her hands covered her ears.

She was bleeding so much from her nose, mouth, and eyes that the water in the bathtub had been dyed red.

the sight of Charlotte. Despite the terrifying scene in front of him, he ran up to hug her tight as he shouted

Charlotte was in, she decided to sedate her

struggling and thrashing about like a wild beast

her legs to kick

Zachary decided to step into the bathtub and used his body to press down on Charlotte, his hands on

but she wasn’t strong enough to

realized she couldn’t move her arms or legs, she bit down hard

agony. It felt like she was about to rip his flesh off, but he couldn’t care less.

hands shaking as she injected Charlotte with

and Morgan barged in and tried to stop them, but Louis stepped in to pull them away. “That’s a sedative. It’s

limp in Zachary’s arms and closed her eyes. “Please, please don’t kill Mrs. Berry. Don’t kill her…” she

in his heart. He couldn’t imagine what Charlotte had to

of relief. “I’m so glad that’s over. She almost scared me

Morgan urged. They had a scene to clean up, and

“I didn’t see anything.”

the bathroom door the whole time. Other than Charlotte’s face,

“Mr. Nacht, please… “