Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte sneered, but she didn’t look like she would accept the challenge, as if thinking that the thugs were beneath her.

“Do you want them dead or alive?” Zachary unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.

“Somewhere in between.” Charlotte scanned the thugs and looked at the time. “There are twenty of them. Can you finish them in twenty minutes?”

“That’s more than enough.” Zachary stood in front of the car and beckoned the thugs. “Alright, come at me then, you b*stards.”

“You arrogant f*cker!” the leader roared, and his lackeys charged toward Zachary, swinging their bats.

Zachary aimed a kick at one of the lackeys, sending him flying backward before crashing into his comrades along the way. The other lackeys were shocked, and they halted their steps, afraid that they would get hurt next.

“Don’t just stand there! Get him!” their leader bellowed. “There’s twenty of us against him! It’s impossible to lose!”

The thugs armed with knives took two steps forward, but they backed off when they locked eyes with Zachary.

The leader charged toward Zachary himself, and his

Seeing that not much time was left, he ramped up the speed of

as if he was the only star of the fight. Charlotte leaned back languidly and rested her eyes. Her

the chaotic scene didn’t perturb her the least bit. She was immersed in her own world of

of his lackeys surrounded Zachary, while another

slowly opened her eyes when she felt the murderous intent coming for her, and she noticed a gleaming blade coming for her neck, but someone snatched it from the lackey before

a moment later, she realized Zachary was already done with

defeated twenty armed

dusted his hands off and frowned when he saw

change of clothes.” Charlotte

only taught the lackeys who tried to lay their hands

he got into the