Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 61

“You’re the one who’s going to die!” Zachary said coldly, as though he was the Grim Reaper himself.

“W-What are you talking about?” Wesley asked, almost dropping his dagger in fear.

Zachary had not moved an inch from his position at the door, but Wesley’s hand holding the dagger was already trembling uncontrollably.

Before Wesley could react, Zachary squinted and snatched the dagger out of his hand, then pinned him down onto the ground in the process before he could even react.

With a loud ‘snap’, his wrist broke into two. The loud scream that followed could almost tear the ceiling of the building apart.

“How dare you threaten Mr. Nacht!” Ben bellowed as he dragged Wesley away like a dying dog.

Charlotte, on the other hand, was on the verge of collapse.

Just seconds before her head hit the ground, a pair of hands steadied her and pulled her away from the cold, hard floor. Through her half-lidded eyes, she managed to make out the handsome features of Zachary Nacht just before everything went black.

“Call the doctor!”

“Yes, Sir!”

After what seemed like ages, Charlotte woke up in a daze, only to notice that she was lying on a stiff bed in a room that barely had any decorations.

There was an ‘S’ symbol on the light hanging from the ceiling, and realization hit her like a truck the moment she saw it.

That’s Zachary’s symbol! Am I in his room?

She pushed herself up into a sitting position with much effort and realized that her clothes were gone, replaced by a thin white robe.

It was as though a bomb had gone off in her head, making her head spin.

Oh no! Where’s the chip?

Did Zachary find out about it?

“You’re awake?”