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Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 621

“What happened?” Charlotte asked at once.

“I’m in debt, and they took me…” Olivia wept, the horror clear in her voice. “Please help me, or I’m going to die.”

“Where are you? Tell me your location.”

Charlotte brushed off the foam and rushed to change her clothes.

“At the alley behind Sultry Night,” Olivia said in a shaky voice. “Come alone, or they’ll kill me.” Olivia hung up.

Charlotte got dressed, grabbed her phone, and rushed out.

 

“Ms. Windt, breakfast is—” the maid said, but Charlotte brushed past her shoulder and ran down the stairs in her haste.

“Ms. Windt, Ms. Windt!” the maid shouted behind her.

 

“I have an urgent matter to handle. I’ll be back shortly.” Charlotte turned back and called. Downstairs, she addressed the bodyguards who were parking their cars. “Drop me off at Sultry Night. Hurry.”

“Sultry Night?” Marino stared in surprise.

“Yes, please. Right now,” Charlotte answered in a panic.

“Yes, ma’am.” Marino did not dare delay further and opened the door immediately.

“Ms. Windt, where are you off to?” Mrs. Berry, who was busy laying the table, ran out to enquire. “You have your wedding shoot by the beach later today.”

“Mrs. Berry, I have an urgent matter and will be back shortly. Please inform Zachary of my absence.” Charlotte got into the car without waiting for a reply. “Start driving!” she said to Marino frantically.

“Yes, ma’am.”

In the study on the second floor, where Zachary was reading with the children, a knock came on the door. The maid peered carefully in at Zachary. “Mr. Nacht, Ms. Windt went out,” she reported.

“Huh?” Zachary looked away from the book he was holding. “Where to?”

“I don’t know. She looked like she was in a rush. I’m worried that something may have happened,” the maid said concernedly. “I thought you would be worried, so I’m just here to let you know.”

Zachary shut the book and addressed the children. “Let’s continue this tonight, shall we?”

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