Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 817

“Oh, that’s a good plan.” Ben nodded. “Ms. Windt loves the kids. She’ll definitely come back for them.”

“We’re in a race against time now.” Zachary was in a dilemma. “She might be able to accept it all if I manage to send Henry away, find Dr. Felch, and approach her with the kids before she recovers her memory. But she might not do that if she manages to recover her memory first and remembers how the Nachts have hurt her. And with the way she is now, she’ll try to take custody of the kids no matter what.”

“That’s the worst-case scenario.” Ben was fearful of that outcome. “If the Nachts and the Lindbergs are engaged in an all-out war, that’d be disastrous.”

Zachary looked concerned. He could feel Charlotte’s rationality winning over her feelings and instincts. Besides, she was starting to suspect him. Given how flawed Zachary was performing that night, he was sure she would look into his case.

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Meanwhile, Charlotte was gazing at the night sky coolly. Lupine took a call and reported, “Ms. Lindberg, the Pagani has stopped in the underground parking lot of Happy Avenue.”

Charlotte froze. He brought me there once. He told me that was our home. But this doesn’t say anything about him. Maybe he has given me the hints to the answer I’m looking for. Maybe I’m just too afraid to find out about the truth of my painful past.

“Should we send someone, Ms. Lindberg?” Lupine enquired.

“No.” Charlotte refused to face her past, and she shifted the topic. “Did you find out who’s the mastermind behind the attack earlier?”

“Yes.” Lupine took the file out. “It was Sharon Blackwood.”

“I knew it.” Charlotte sneered. “I was too soft on her last time.” She paused for a moment. “Tell the commerce department to launch an all-out attack on Synder Group.”

“Yes!” Lupine relayed the order to everyone. At the same time, they had arrived back at Northridge. Charlotte’s phone was fully charged and a message popped up. The content shocked her and she quickly called back. The call went through in seconds.

“Hello.”

“Good morning, Danrique.” It was two-thirty in the morning in H City, but it was seven-thirty in Erihal.