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.”

sat up. After putting on a robe, he said,

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

Sharon was the one behind the attack last night, huh?” He looked down. “What a foolish

Lindberg shows no mercy,” Ben said. “Synder Group’s a mess now, and Mr. Henry called me earlier. He told me you didn’t take his

to do with us?”

Blackwood is waiting for you downstairs. Mr. Blackwood has sent someone to

me a minute. I’ll be

Ben retreated from

down. The medical staff was packing up, and Cynthia was

and Cynthia alone in the room. “Sorry for neglecting you over the last couple of days. I was busy with work,” he

a burden to you.”