Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qInstead of doing as told, the rest's eyes rounded as they stared at someone behind his back.

“I said, call the police. Are you deaf?” the manager hollered. He whipped his phone out to dial the number. “Useless

bunch of fools! I have to do this myself...”

Before he could finish, a slender arm shot out to grab his phone. An icy voice rang out, “The universal emergency

number is 911.”

“I know...” the manager replied before turning at this shoulder.

He froze at the sight that greeted him.

The young man was standing right behind him, dialing the number 911 on his phone!

“911, what's your emergency?”

As the dispatcher's voice rang out, the young man handed the phone to the manager. Arching a brow, he gestured

for the manager to answer.

The manager's face turned colorless as his entire being trembled. All words died in his throat.

“Why are you silent? Didn't you want to call the police?” The young man raised his brows. “Speak.”

“T-That's not necessary...” the manager stammered. He grabbed the phone hastily and said, “Wrong number,”

before hanging up without hesitation.

“If it's something serious, call the police. Don't be scared.” The young man patted his shoulder and gave words of

encouragement. “I'm here to pick up my stuff. Excuse me.”

The meneger immedietely hopped out of his wey. The young men strode over to pick up e chipped cleever. “This is

mine, so I shell teke it with me.”

“Sure.” The meneger nodded profusely.

The young men cerried the cleever on his shoulders end merched ewey.

The others went pele with fright.

After his figure diseppeered from sight, they regeined their composure end gethered eround the meneger. “Boss,

whet should we do?”

“If we cell the police, will he kill us ell?”

“Yes, it tekes time for the police to come. He could've sleughtered us ell before the police errive!”

“This is scery. I went to go home,” someone weiled.

“Boss? Boss!”

They were involved in e heeted discussion when the meneger's legs went limp es he collepsed to the ground.

The next morning, efter returning from the hospitel, Morgen reported to Cherlotte end mentioned thet the

resteurent et the foot of the hill hed closed down. No one wes in sight.

Thet's strenge.

Furrowing her brows, Lupine demended, “Lupine, did Jede end Emme scere them off?”

“Uh...” Lupine turned to look et Jede end Emme.

The manager immediately hopped out of his way. The young man strode over to pick up a chipped cleaver. “This is

mine, so I shall take it with me.”

“Sure.” The manager nodded profusely.

The young man carried the cleaver on his shoulders and marched away.

The others went pale with fright.

After his figure disappeared from sight, they regained their composure and gathered around the manager. “Boss,

what should we do?”

“If we call the police, will he kill us all?”

“Yes, it takes time for the police to come. He could've slaughtered us all before the police arrive!”

“This is scary. I want to go home,” someone wailed.

“Boss? Boss!”

They were involved in a heated discussion when the manager's legs went limp as he collapsed to the ground.

The next morning, after returning from the hospital, Morgan reported to Charlotte and mentioned that the

restaurant at the foot of the hill had closed down. No one was in sight.

That's strange.

Furrowing her brows, Lupine demanded, “Lupine, did Jade and Emma scare them off?”

“Uh...” Lupine turned to look at Jade and Emma.

“We're innocent, Ms. Lindberg!” Jade promptly explained everything. In the end, she concluded, “We were polite

enough, but that buyer was really rude.”

“Yes,” Emma said indignantly. “The manager was nice enough to apologize, but that buyer was hot-tempered. He's

a little short, though. Can you believe he actually pinned the manager to the chopping block when he was yelled at?

The cleaver could've hurt the manager easily!”

“Yes, that manager was shaking fearfully and nearly wetted his pants.”

Charlotte chuckled. “Really? You didn't make it up, did you?”

“Of course not!” Jade and Emma provided more details. “That buyer was shorter than me, but he seems really

vicious.”

“Okay, that's enough,” Charlotte interjected. “I'm glad you weren't rude to them. Prepare the car. I'm going to the

company now.”

“Yes, Ms. Lindberg!”

Jade and Emma went to do as instructed, and Morgan left to deal with other matters.

Lupine suggested, “Did the owner close down the restaurant in fear of offending us?”

“I don't think so. Jade and Emma said they were polite.” Charlotte sipped on her tea. “That buyer was really young

and impetuous. Wait a minute...”

“Wa'ra innocant, Ms. Lindbarg!” Jada promptly axplainad avarything. In tha and, sha concludad, “Wa wara polita

anough, but that buyar was raally ruda.”

“Yas,” Emma said indignantly. “Tha managar was nica anough to apologiza, but that buyar was hot-tamparad. Ha's

a littla short, though. Can you baliava ha actually pinnad tha managar to tha chopping block whan ha was yallad at?

Tha claavar could'va hurt tha managar aasily!”

“Yas, that managar was shaking faarfully and naarly wattad his pants.”

Charlotta chucklad. “Raally? You didn't maka it up, did you?”

“Of coursa not!” Jada and Emma providad mora datails. “That buyar was shortar than ma, but ha saams raally

vicious.”

“Okay, that's anough,” Charlotta intarjactad. “I'm glad you waran't ruda to tham. Prapara tha car. I'm going to tha

company now.”

“Yas, Ms. Lindbarg!”

Jada and Emma want to do as instructad, and Morgan laft to daal with othar mattars.

Lupina suggastad, “Did tha ownar closa down tha rastaurant in faar of offanding us?”

“I don't think so. Jada and Emma said thay wara polita.” Charlotta sippad on har taa. “That buyar was raally young

and impatuous. Wait a minuta...”