Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“I’m here to discuss the Gymnasium Project, Zachary,” Robert finally revealed why he was here. “I believe you’ve read the relevant documents. As the other shareholders are fine with it, we just need your signature.”

“The other shareholders are fine with it?” Zachary arched an eyebrow. “Are they waiting for my decision?”

He knew the shareholders wouldn’t dare to say a word before he did.

“Ha! Of course,” Robert replied with an awkward grin. “You need to approve it.”

“Mm, I’m going to be the bad guy.” Zachary sipped on his coffee.

“Er…” Robert had no idea Zachary was going to be this difficult. Though he was upset, he had to tamp down his irritation to persuade Zachary.

“You’re the most influential person in the corporate world. No one will dare to question your decision, but that doesn’t mean you’re a bad guy.”

“Why not? Signing the document means offending my children’s mommy.” Zachary didn’t bother mincing his words. “If it was someone else, never mind. She’s the only person I dare not provoke!”

as Robert’s brows snapped together. “Didn’t you break up with her a while

Lindberg family are at odds, and you aren’t related to her anymore. Why are you so afraid of her?

with a careful

the mother of my children, and they listen to her. If she’s upset and complains to them,

couldn’t find a plausible

him. “Instead, go to the person involved. If you don’t

“But I—”

I just remembered I have an appointment.” Zachary seemed torn.

He stood up

Robert!” Zachary called, pointing at the silver boxes. “Take these with you. Perhaps

words sent a course of annoyance throughout

wordless with rage as he spun on

subordinates glanced at the boxes, wondering if they should take the

the box and handed it to them.