Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 11

“Someone asked for you?” Charlotte asked excitedly. “For one round or one night? How much did you earn?”

“You seem really experienced at this.” Zachary sneered. “How many times have you hired gigolos?”

“You’re the only one!” Charlotte retorted. Embarrassed by her sudden outburst, she coughed a few times before her voice grew stern. “Stop changing the topic. How much did you earn?”

“One night. Ten thousand,” replied Zachary, arching his brows.

He was at the peak of his business career, where everything felt dull to him. This stupid woman was giving his plain life more color and making it much more entertaining now.

Standing aside, Ben was confused. Is Mr. Nacht discussing a new collaboration?

What does he mean by “one night?”

Is ten thousand a code phrase or something?

“Great! Transfer five thousand to me now!” Charlotte was elated. Money! Incoming money!

“I don’t ask for payment in advance. I’ll do that tomorrow morning,” replied Zachary.

The call was then disconnected.

Charlotte was upset at how rude he was. Why did he hang up abruptly? Is he trying to go back on his word?

Never mind. Since he signed the contract, answered my call, and even reported his earnings, I think he won’t go back on his word.

I’ll just wait and see. Perhaps when I wake up, there will be money in my account!

For the entire night, Charlotte tossed and turned in bed. She kept glancing at her phone. Nope, no new transfer. Nope, not yet. It’s just 2 a.m. Wait a bit more…

Charlotte had just fallen asleep at 6 a.m. when a text arrived. She grabbed her phone underneath her pillow. It was a text, informing her that a transfer of five thousand had been made to her account.

She immediately leaped up in excitement.

Awesome! The first payment is in!

She then quickly sent a text: I just received the money. Good job! Work harder tonight!”