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.

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

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

headlights shone on him as if he was the only star of the fight. Charlotte leaned back languidly and rested

coming from the chaotic scene

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

eyes when she felt the murderous intent coming for her, and she noticed a gleaming blade coming for

a moment later, she realized Zachary was already done with his fight,

twenty armed men without any weapon in thirteen minutes.

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

change of clothes.” Charlotte raised her

drenched in blood. He didn’t kill anyone. He only taught the lackeys

into the car. Lupine, Morgan, and a few