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.

not?” The leader charged toward Zachary himself, and his lackeys followed his

ramped up the

he was the only star of the fight. Charlotte leaned back languidly and rested her eyes. Her head was still throbbing, and she

the curses, and the screams that were coming from the chaotic scene didn’t perturb her the least bit. She was immersed in her own world of

The leader and a dozen of his lackeys surrounded Zachary, while another two went

intent coming for her, and she noticed a gleaming blade coming for her neck,

She frowned unhappily, but a moment later, she realized Zachary was

time. Thirteen minutes. He defeated twenty armed men without any weapon in thirteen minutes.

hands off and frowned when he saw the blood on

of clothes.” Charlotte raised

kill anyone. He only taught the lackeys who tried to lay

urged. Zachary turned around and saw the silver Rolls-Royce closing in on them when he got into the car.