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Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 295

Hope rekindled in Charlotte’s heart as she finally met someone who could control Zachary.

Will Mr. Nacht help me regain my freedom?

Raina could tell what Charlotte was thinking, and she said meaningly, “Mr. Nacht’s attitude is odder than Mr. Zachary’s. Ms. Windt, I suggest you stay away from him.”

Charlotte was speechless, as she just realized how naïve she was. Judging from how brutal and perverted Zachary is, are there even chances of his grandpa being amiable?

“Be careful!” Raina instructed the paramedic when they were carrying Charlotte on a stretcher into the ambulance.

 

Lying on the stretcher, Charlotte sighed helplessly. It seems I’ll have to wait until Zachary gets bored of me and lets me go…

When her imagination was running wild, she received a message from Olivia: Charlotte, thank you so much. I’ve been hired by a listed company, and they offered me a high salary. Ms. Goldstein also gave me a bonus for my treatment.

Charlotte smiled and replied: Congratulations and good luck!

 

She felt better after receiving a message full of warmth and gratitude. Being able to help Olivia was the biggest reward for coming all the way here.

The ambulance slowly made its way toward the hospital as the music from the banquet hall faded gradually.

 

The banquet went on smoothly. It wasn’t affected by Charlotte’s absence, as she was a nobody in the eyes of the guests.

Old Mr. Nacht’s arrival had made the atmosphere in the banquet hall tense and serious.

All the guests split into two rows, standing in order, and greeted him politely.

Old Mr. Nacht nodded slightly before scanning through the crowd and headed toward the lounge.

Sharon followed behind the old man while supporting him in his tracks. She seemed so attentive in taking care of him that it was as though they were family.

In comparison, Zachary seemed like someone who had nothing to do with all of this, trailing behind them silently.

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