Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

The manager saw that Cynthia was injured, and that got him on edge. He quickly sent his men to get the medical kit and offered, “The hotel has a doctor working here and can treat minor injuries. I’ll send the good doctor over immediately. For now, please allow me to take you to your room.”

“Hurry,” instructed Zachary as he carried Cynthia toward the elevator.

“Yes, sir. Understood,” replied the manager. He rushed over quickly to the elevator and led Zachary and his bodyguards to the room.

Four bodyguards were following close by. They had just entered the elevator when they heard a bang from a floor below. Everyone instantly became alert.

“Go check it out,” instructed Zachary.

“Understood,” replied the men. Two bodyguards exited the elevator and walked down the stairs to inspect the issues.

Zachary carried Cynthia out of the elevator. Only then did he realize that the manager had taken him to the room he used to stay in with Charlotte. He paused and frowned before requesting, “Get me another room.”

“Every other room is occupied. We deliberately kept this room vacant because you used to stay here a lot, and we didn’t dare to rent it out,” replied the manager fearfully, “It’ll take us some time before we can get you another room. Ms. Blackwood is bleeding a lot now. How about we tend to her injuries before switching rooms?”

Zachary turned to Cynthia, who was trembling in his arms. He had no choice but to carry her in.

forcefully dragged Sharon to the ground floor and was forcing

the hell did that mute drug you lot with? Can you not see that she is a fake? She

“Enough. Please leave.”

waste his time on her. All he wanted was to head back as soon as possible because Henry’s condition was a little troublesome. Zachary had reassigned most bodyguards to the hospital and left some

and reveals her true colors, you’ll learn that I

now?” laughed Ben, “How can someone who went after their own sibling be

that supposed to mean? When did I go after her?” asked Sharon

your family business and has nothing to do with me,” replied Ben. He didn’t want to waste his breath on her, so he opened the door to the car

over before getting

car she was in had just left the building when

a moment before he quickly got his phone

presidential suite on

medical staff rushed over quickly to help Cynthia tend

sew her up a little.

stood at the side. Guilt was welling up in him as he watched. He usually had quick reflexes, but his reaction was a little slow, and he didn’t protect Cynthia well. Maybe it’s because I had too much to