Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 198

“Hm?” Zachary lifted a brow. “You don’t want it? Forget it then.”

He was a second away from keeping the check.

“Of course I want it!” Charlotte swiftly took the check. Upon seeing the numbers on the paper, she broke out into a smile. “Two million! Thank you, Mr. Nacht.”

“You’re welcome. This is what you deserve, after all.” Zachary smiled. “This is the reward for you convincing Mr. Sterk to drink the laxatives.”

“About that… I thought you said you were going to take it out from the necklace’s money?”A foreboding sense burrowed its way into Charlotte’s heart at his words.

Even Fifi was trembling as it looked at Zachary like he was a carnivorous monster.

“What’s the difference between owing me a hundred million and owing me ninety-eight million?” Zachary muttered. “I might as well give you the reward to make sure you won’t have other worries when you serve me.”

Wait… Serve?

Hearing that word, Charlotte panicked as she hastily said, “Mr. Nacht, I’m just an ordinary working individual. I-I’m not selling my body.”

“Selling my body! Selling my body!” Fifi repeated.

Zachary glanced at it.

Instantly, it shut its beak and buried itself in Charlotte’s thick hair. It even used its beak to pull on her hair so that it could cover its face, as if that would be the perfect camouflage.

“You’ve already sold yourself last night.” Zachary took out the contract and waved it in front of her eyes with a grin. “From today onwards, you’re mine.”

Charlotte’s eyes were as wide as saucers as she stared at the paper in his hand. She then recalled the events that happened yesterday.

That’s right, I was chased by a wolf last night… And I ran as quickly as I could to the villa… When I reached the villa, I slammed my fists at the steel gates while crying for help…

After he threatened not to open the gates if I refuse to sign the agreement, I finally agreed to sign it… However, I remember passing out soon after, so I couldn’t have signed the agreement.

When Charlotte took the paper for a closer look, she realized that the paper indeed does not contain her signature. However, there was a bright red thumbprint on it. Although it was already dry, she could still smell the scent of blood.

She stiffened for a moment before she raised her hand and looked at her injured thumb. Realization finally dawned on her. “Zachary, you douchebag!”

“Douchebag. Dou-”