“That’s true.” Lupine nodded in agreement.
“Stop with the nonsense.” Charlotte gestured.
Lupine immediately switched on the laptop and pulled up a video. Not long after, everything that was happening in the private room opposite was shown on the screen.
From the screen, Zachary was leaning on the sofa lazily while smoking a cigar.
At the same time, a waitress was seen crouching down beside him, mixing up some drinks.
Although this looked like nothing much, it somehow gave people a sense of oppression.
“Is he really a gigolo?” Lupine stared at the laptop screen in disbelief. “His aura is no joke!”
“Zachary indeed has an intimidating aura too. But both of them are completely different.” Morgan analyzed. “Also, Zachary is self-centered, so I don’t think he’ll give up his ego and pretend to be a gigolo.”
“Yeah.” Both of Charlotte’s subordinates felt that it could not have been Zachary.
Nonetheless, Charlotte continued to stare at the screen, watching the way he smoked his cigar, the way he drank, and even the way he tousled his hair. Everything felt oddly familiar…
But the feeling of familiarity felt friendly and warm.
This was different from the mixed feelings she felt from Zachary.
Hence, she felt like she should believe him even if it was just by instinct.
Charlotte was about to call it when the gigolo in the private room opposite stood up…
Lupine and Morgan quickly stared at the screen. It couldn’t be…
“Sir, what would you like?” The waitress asked politely.
The gigolo took out a pile of cash and passed it to her. He then added, “You don’t have to serve here. Go and stand outside the private room right across the hallway.”
“Huh? Why?” The waitress asked softly.
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