Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Jade ran over and helped Morgan pull Charlotte up

Slumping on the floor, Charlotte cried hysterically.

Morgan wanted to give her a hug, but was rejected. “Stay away from me!”

Considering how she was entangled with Chris and had body contact with him, she was fearful that she might have contracted the disease through his open wounds and did not want to risk spreading it to the bodyguards.

Tears streaked Morgan’s face as she removed her jacket and placed it over Charlotte to keep her warm.

In just a while, Bruce rushed over to the scene with Raina and the others. Without further ado, Raina’s assistants put on the isolation gown for Charlotte, lifted her to the wheelchair, and sent her straight to run a battery of tests.

The subordinates brought Zachary upstairs and updated him with every single detail.

He kept his head low and remained silent until the moment he saw Charlotte at the isolation room.

“I’m here. Don’t worry.” Zachary curled his lips and wanted to hug her.

“Don’t come any closer…” cried Charlotte while shaking her head vigorously.

She was afraid that he would be infected too.

He stroked her hair gently and said, “I have told you this before—in sickness and in health, to love and

almost drown in her own tears and

and pretended to be Zachary, she still felt very sorry and

blinded by hatred and manipulated by Jesse. All of

too much. I

an accident. Someone

name before he died…” Charlotte sobbed.

“It’s Nancy Gold!”

finish her sentence, Zachary did it for her. A cold glint flashed across his dark

based on what he had heard thus far and

earlier to destroy Nancy. As a result, he gave her a chance to stir

time now to clean the mess once

at how fast Zachary could guess the real mastermind without

to me and take

her face dotingly and left the room. Upon shutting the door behind him,

do just that.” The ladies nodded their

I won’t allow the

nodded. “The arrangements are

with me,” Zachary told

“Sure.”