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.

leader charged toward

the speed

Charlotte leaned back languidly and rested her eyes. Her head was still throbbing, and she was getting

chaotic scene didn’t perturb her the least bit. She was

a dozen of his lackeys

noticed a gleaming blade coming for her

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

 Thirteen minutes. He defeated twenty armed men without any

off and frowned when he saw the blood on the bonnet. “Time for

a change of clothes.” Charlotte

in blood. He didn’t kill anyone. He only taught the lackeys who tried to lay their hands on Charlotte

the silver Rolls-Royce closing in on them when he got into the