Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

It was already three in the morning when Zachary came back to Ashenville Garden. The hotel was silent as everyone was asleep. He unbuttoned his jacket and went upstairs quickly. He glanced at Sharon’s room when he went past it, but it was quiet inside.

His subordinate was waiting in his room to report the events of the day. “Cain and Kyle didn’t see Ms. Lindberg, but Ms. Blackwood probably did. She didn’t ask or say anything about it. She has been in her room since you left and didn’t come out since.”

“I see.” Zachary nodded and waved him down.

He had a nightmare that night. In his dream, Charlotte barged into the Nachts’ residence with her subordinates. She killed Henry before she took away the kids, and pointed a gun at him. “You did this, Zachary!” she spat hatefully. “This is for Mrs. Berry.” The gunshot was the last thing he heard.

Zachary woke up and stared at the ceiling in panic, his forehead drenched in sweat.

Someone knocked on the door, and Ben’s voice could be heard. “I bring news, Mr. Nacht.”

After putting on

Ms. Lindberg’s departure to the airport earlier. Also, Synder Group’s stocks took

was the one behind the attack last night, huh?” He looked down. “What a foolish woman. Charlotte’s no pushover

earlier. He told me you

Corporation’s trying to take them down, not us. What does this have to do with us?” Zachary’s face fell. “It’s not

to help them,” Ben answered. “Also, Ms. Blackwood is waiting for you downstairs. Mr. Blackwood has sent someone to pick her

me a minute. I’ll

Ben retreated from

going down. The medical staff was packing up, and Cynthia was sorting out

Cynthia alone in the room. “Sorry for neglecting

have been a burden to you.” She gestured.