Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 157

“Oh god, you’re going to kill him at this rate!” A sudden realization struck Charlotte, and she began pulling on Zachary’s arm. “Let him go!”

Chris’s eyes had already rolled back, and his hands were drooping down like two lifeless sticks.

At last, Zachary came to his senses and loosened the grip on his right hand.

Chris immediately fell to the ground, half paralyzed with fear.

Sighing, Zachary carried Charlotte into his car and took off.As they left the scene, Ben appeared with his subordinates. As they cleaned the place up, he said, “Send Mr. Broid to the hospital.”

“Yes sir.”

…

In the car, Zachary covered his jacket over Charlotte to keep her warm. His brows were still furrowed, and the fury in his eyes were not entirely gone.

Charlotte’s dress was torn in pieces – half of her chest was exposed, and so were her thighs. She was in a complete mess, but there was a striking sexual appeal to it.

Biting her lower lip, Charlotte was looking down, all quiet. All that she felt at that moment was shame.

How could I not have recognized that he’s a different person? Am I blind?

Their car came to a halt at the Storm Hotel.

“Why are we here?” Charlotte glanced at the hotel entrance, then at Zachary, feeling a little panicked. “Don’t tell me you want to…”

“Shut up!” Zachary got off the car first.

The manager promptly came by to greet them, “Your room is ready. We have also made preparations according to your instructions.”

Zachary carried Charlotte out of the car and made his way toward the lift.

“I want to go home!” She protested under her breath.

Zachary simply replied with a cold glare.

The room prepared for them was the presidential suite they had stayed in four years ago.

Splash! And once again, Zachary dumped her into the bathtub.

Gasping for air as she sat back up, Charlotte wiped away the water on her face.

“Clean yourself up,” he said emotionlessly as he left the bathroom.