Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Someone had dropped a glass vase from above.

Zachary was bleeding profusely, and half of his face was covered in blood in no time. Soon, blood stained his white shirt, coloring it scarlet.

Charlotte widened her eyes in shock as she stared at him dumbfoundedly. Her heart was aching so much as if that vase had struck it.

If Zachary had not pushed her away, the vase would have landed on her head, and she would be the one bleeding instead of him.

Stupefied, Michael stood rooted at the spot.

“Mr. Nacht!” Ben dashed over and supported Zachary while instructing, “Call Raina now! Quick!”

“Understood.” One of the subordinates made the call immediately.

“Mr. Nacht, you…” Nancy was in so much shock that she started crying. “Why are you so silly? Why did you…”

“I’m fine.” Zachary had his head lowered as he pressed his hand against his wound. He was obviously in so much pain since even his face had turned pale, yet he remained calm and gave out an order. “Ben, send Ms. Gold home.”

“Yes, Mr. Nacht.”

about now,” Nancy said in between sobs.

held up his hand and rejected her offer. “Have you

“But—”

say something else, but he was not in the mood to listen. Instead, he turned toward Charlotte and

still standing motionless, her face

Michael snapped out of his

Ben said while

Zachary’s subordinates escorted

and only regained his senses when it was out of his sight. Immediately, he

a group of men into the hotel to run the

the Nacht family’s bodyguard has already gone to investigate. The media might get wind of it

bellowed in displeasure. “Someone is injured because of an object that was thrown out of our hotel room’s window. The first thing we should do is find the culprit and give the victim

understand.” The subordinate immediately lowered his head, no longer daring to say another

had just broken out of her trance

mind, shall I get someone to send you back?” Michael

rejected politely. “Thanks for the offer, though,

I’ll definitely investigate the matter thoroughly and

gratitude. Just then, her subordinate arrived and asked in concern, “Ms. Gold,