Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121

“What do you want?” Charlotte gave an irked frown. “If you’re not happy, I can return all the money to you. You’ve paid me over a hundred thousand, right? I’ll reimburse every single cent!”

“I’m fine with the money, but what about my body?” He closed in on her with an icy glare. “You think you can do whatever you want to me and then leave everything behind while forgetting all about it?”

“You... Don’t you dare try anything funny!” she stammered and took a few steps backward, nearly tripping herself. “If you touch me again, I’ll call the police!”

“I’m the one who should call the police,” he refuted coldly. “Anyone would believe that I’m the real victim if they see the recording from last night.”

“You scoundrel!” she snarled. “You recorded us on purpose to use it against me?”

He was speechless at how dim-witted her thoughts were, letting out an almost inaudible sigh under his breath. “What on earth do you think I can threaten you for with a video recording?”

“You...” she argued, but her voice broke off into an abrupt pause. He’s right... Even if he threatens me, what else can he get out of me besides my body, which he already did? Everybody knows I’m broke. There’s nothing for anyone to rob me of...

Ding!

She jumped at the sudden ring of the doorbell.

Zachary walked over to the door. Thinking that he was going to touch her, Charlotte quickly evaded him and retreated to a corner.

He yanked her head with a hand to keep her still and turned the door handle with the other.

“Mr. Na--” a female’s voice echoed as the door swung open. Just like the hotel manager earlier, she had almost blurted out his name before freezing at Zachary’s intense glare. “Ahem... Good day sir, I’m the private doctor the manager has requested for.”

“Come in.” He pointed towards Charlotte as he continued, “Check on the injuries on her neck and left shoulder.”

“Yes sir,” she answered respectfully. The doctor seemed to be in her forties. Her uniform and the medical kit in her hands added to the air of professionalism around her.

“What’s going on?”

Before Charlotte could digest the situation, Zachary forcefully pressed her down onto the couch. “Behave yourself and stay still! I’ll send you home once the doctor has treated your wounds.”

She had no choice but to give in and obey.

The doctor crouched on the floor as she tended to Charlotte’s wounds and replaced her soaked bandages. “Ms. Windt, there’s some pus on your wounds. I’ll dress them as I can for now. You’ll need to take some antibiotics today. If they’re still worsening by tomorrow, you’ll have to get them treated at the hospital.”