Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Before Zachary could pick her up, Charlotte stopped him. “I can go to the hospital myself. You don’t have to come with me, Mr. Nacht,” she said coolly.

“Can you stop putting on an act?” Zachary snarled, his teeth gritted angrily.

“You—”

“Shut up!” Zachary didn’t give her a chance to speak as he picked her up and stalked out.

“Zachary Nacht, let me down this instant!” Charlotte hissed. “Let me down!”

Ignoring her cries, Zachary brought her to his car. He was about to get in after her when Ben reminded him, “Er, Ms. Gold is still here.”

It was only then that Zachary remembered Nancy’s existence. He turned at his shoulder and said apologetically, “I’m sorry, but I have to go to the hospital now.”

“It’s fine. I understand.” Nancy flashed a smile. She urged, “You should hurry and send Ms. Lindberg to the hospital. We can meet up another time.”

“Mm,” Zachary grunted in response. He told Ben, “Give Ms. Gold a ride home.”

“Yes.”

the hospital, and

like a leaf. Her face was as pale as a sheet, but

held it any tighter, her right palm would’ve been

swell of rage rose in Zachary at the sight of her trembling figure. “Are you a fool? Why did you grab the dagger with your bare hand? Do you think I’m not his match? Even if he tried to attack me, I could’ve pinned him down

retorted Charlotte in a disdainful tone. “I don’t want this to escalate into a fight. If I don’t

He couldn’t bring himself to blame her, for

work on Charlotte’s wound as Lupine and Zachary stood aside silently. Ben and his men

clock ticked past nine at night, Charlotte’s wound was stitched up neatly. Raina prescribed some oral medicine and ointment before reminding Lupine to take good care of her. She also offered

your wound gets in contact with water? What if it gets infected? Raina, bring

I have an important surgery tomorrow,” Raina replied, torn. “And

you listen to

caved in. “All right. I’ll make

a superficial wound. You don’t have to trouble

“Charlotte—”

for your help, Raina. You can leave now,”

a timid glance at Zachary, her feet rooted