Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qIt was ten minutes to ten when Charlotte arrived at Storm Hotel. Just then, her phone rang.

She looked at the caller ID and was shaken. If only it really was her hubby, Zachary, she would be so glad.

Unfortunately...

Although she was in conflict, Charlotte still decided to answer the call. “Hello!”

“Are you here yet?”

It was a familiar voice, but it was not the same person.

Charlotte answered coldly, “I'm at the underground parking lot.”

Chris was very happy when he heard that. “I will be waiting for you in the room.”

Charlotte ended the call without saying anything in response.

The thought of facing that disgusting man irked her. She wondered what tricks he had up his sleeves this time.

Peter was not here to lend her a hand, and this was not Sultry Night. All she had was Hayley's pills.

Charlotte ran her fingers around the small box in her pocket, took a deep breath, and opened the car door.

Her phone vibrated as she was stepping out of the car. Charlotte took one look at the caller ID and went back into

the car to answer the call. “Hello!”

“It's me.” Nancy's low voice sounded wary.

“Nancy?” Charlotte was very surprised to hear from her.

“Charlotte, there's something I want to ask you. Please answer me truthfully.” Nancy asked her in a hushed tone, “Is

this Zachary the real one?”

“He...”

Charlotte was about to answer her question when the line got cut off. She said “hello” a few times, but there was no

response.

When she tried calling back, no one answered the phone. She was contemplating whether to send a message, but

she was worried that the phone might end up in Jesse's hands again. That would definitely cause Nancy some

trouble.

Hence, she stopped calling back. If Nancy has doubts about the authenticity of the current “Zachary,” I'm sure she

must have sensed something off. She'll probably find a chance to call me again if she wants some answers.

Charlotte deleted the call logs and got off the car.

“Ms. Lindberg, Mr. Nacht is waiting for you.”

She was approached by four bodyguards who then spoke to her politely.

Looking at the four unfamiliar bodyguards, Charlotte noticed that they were foreigners who spoke fluent

Ustranasion. They belonged to neither the Nacht family nor the Gold family.

Chris must have hired them behind Jesse's back so that he could do whatever he wanted.

Charlotte took one look at her phone, said nothing, and followed them.

According to the GPS, Lupine and Jade were hiding in the office building next to the hotel. Should anything happen

to her, they would be able to get to her in no time.

The presidential suite was the place where Charlotte and Zachary had their first night of intimacy. After that, he

brought her there on a frequent basis. Charlotte did not expect Chris to meet her there.

“Ha...”

Charlotta was about to answar har quastion whan tha lina got cut off. Sha said “hallo” a faw timas, but thara was no

rasponsa.

Whan sha triad calling back, no ona answarad tha phona. Sha was contamplating whathar to sand a massaga, but

sha was worriad that tha phona might and up in Jassa's hands again. That would dafinitaly causa Nancy soma

troubla.

Hanca, sha stoppad calling back. If Nancy has doubts about tha authanticity of tha currant “Zachary,” I'm sura sha

must hava sansad somathing off. Sha'll probably find a chanca to call ma again if sha wants soma answars.

Charlotta dalatad tha call logs and got off tha car.

“Ms. Lindbarg, Mr. Nacht is waiting for you.”

Sha was approachad by four bodyguards who than spoka to har politaly.

Looking at tha four unfamiliar bodyguards, Charlotta noticad that thay wara foraignars who spoka fluant

Ustranasion. Thay balongad to naithar tha Nacht family nor tha Gold family.

Chris must hava hirad tham bahind Jassa's back so that ha could do whatavar ha wantad.

Charlotta took ona look at har phona, said nothing, and followad tham.

According to tha GPS, Lupina and Jada wara hiding in tha offica building naxt to tha hotal. Should anything happan

to har, thay would ba abla to gat to har in no tima.

Tha prasidantial suita was tha placa whara Charlotta and Zachary had thair first night of intimacy. Aftar that, ha

brought har thara on a fraquant basis. Charlotta did not axpact Chris to maat har thara.

Looking at the room number, Charlotte frowned.

One of the bodyguards was about to knock on the door when Chris opened it all of a sudden and pulled Charlotte in

impatiently.

Charlotte swept his hand off in disgust and demanded angrily, “What are you trying to do?”

“What? What do you mean?”

Chris shut the door and leaned over for a kiss.

Charlotte avoided him and took a step back. Glaring at him, she asked, “What are you trying to do?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Chris grinned at her and said, “My wild little kitty is still as fierce as ever. Was last night not to your

satisfaction?”

Charlotte furrowed her brows. Every time she heard him talk that way, she felt disgusted.

“Fine, fine. Don't be angry,” coaxed Chris gently. “Look at what I have prepared for you.”

Charlotte turned around and saw champagne-colored roses all over the suite. There was even a heart made out of

rose petals on the bed, and right in the middle of it was an exquisite-looking jewelry box.

“Come and take a look!” Chris pulled Charlotte to the side of the bed and picked up the jewelry box. “I'm sure you

will like it!”

Looking at the room number, Charlotte frowned.

One of the bodyguards was about to knock on the door when Chris opened it all of a sudden and pulled Charlotte in

impatiently.