Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 1547

Chapter 1547 Success Or Failure Depends On You 1

“I wasn’t part of the process when Zachary had gone for the test then.” Spencer lowered his gaze. “I remembered we only tested for Robbie’s blood then. We didn’t run any tests on Jamie and Ellie”

“That’s why we’re doing everything now. There must be something wrong in the process somewhere,” Kallum carried on. “Maybe the DNA test results from earlier were fake.”

“Shut up!” Charlotte barked.

Kallum leaped in surprise. Before he could counter, Spencer scolded, “You have no part in this discussion.”

“Mr. Spencer…”

“Enough.” Johann interrupted. “We’ll do as Mr. Spencer said. I’ll need the rest of you to stay here and be part of the discussion to come up with a plan once the results are out.”

“Sure, no problem.”

Everyone nodded with agreement.

“What about the kids?” Charlotte asked urgently. “Did you bring them here?”

“Don’t worry,” Spencer said softly, “I told them they are only here for a routine checkup, so they have no idea behind the actual reason for the test. They are currently waiting in the entertainment room on the 17th floor. Johann and I will personally lead the doctor down to take their blood, then come back up for Zachary’s.”

Charlotte closed her eyes and sucked in a calming breath. She knew she was between a rock and a hard place now.

A secretary had come in and informed them the staff from Serene Hospital had arrived.

“Charlotte, please head to Mr. Zachary’s office with him for a short break.” Johann urged, “Please care for the president and his wife well.”

“Yes, sir.”

Even though Johann and Spencer believed in Charlotte, they still needed to follow proper procedures.

They even assigned a group of bodyguards to protect “Zachary” as a protective measure.

It was clear that Charlotte had lost her authority to control the situation.

Even though “Zachary” was feeling uneasy, the thought of the person behind him calmed his nerves. He was agitated by Charlotte’s slap earlier, so he sent her a death glare.

“Ms. Lindberg.” Morgan poured Charlotte a cup of tea and asked in a low voice, “What now? Should we expose the imposter’s identity?”

“Quiet,” Charlotte hissed.