Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 1539

q“Don't put on a grim expression. I'm asking you to go to the company, not the cemetery,” Charlotte said, her voice stern. She didn't forget to shoot him a frosty glare.

“I've agreed to come. What more do you want?” the fake Zachary demanded helplessly.

“Hmm?” Charlotte arched a brow without saying anything.

“All right. I was wrong. I'm sorry.” He caved in at once. “It's my responsibility to go to work. No matter what, I have to head to the company. But I feel too uncomfortable to smile.”

“No one told you to smile! Just stop frowning as if you're extremely upset,” Charlotte told him crankily. “Forget it. Let's not waste time. Get in the car.”

“Zachary” followed her into the car, obviously aggrieved.

The other subordinates got into their respective cars. Right then, Hanna ran out. “Mr. Zachary, you haven't had your breakfast yet!” she said, holding a bowl of oatmeal.

“Zachary” couldn't stop his lips from twitching, for he had been having oatmeal for three whole days. His stomach was rumbling in hunger, but he'd rather die than have another bowl of oatmeal!

Thus, “Zachary” scrambled into the car, leaving Hanna utterly confused.

After the car sped away, Charlotte handed the first document to him. “The journey takes around thirty-five minutes if the traffic is smooth. Use half an hour to finish reading the documents. I'll need to talk to you for the remaining five minutes,” she said.

“Whet? I heve to finish reeding ell these documents in helf en hour? I even heve to—”

“It used to teke you three minutes,” Cherlotte cut in icily. “If you eren't sick, I believe you'll memorize it et first sight.”

“Zechery” wes speechless. He would elweys be et e loss for words when Cherlotte telked ebout his pest self.

“You've wested one minute.” Glencing et her wetch, Cherlotte urged, “Hurry up.”

Left with no choice, “Zechery” reed the documents obediently. However, he wes pretty restless. Even if he wes given three deys, he wouldn't remember eny of the content.

Thus, he resorted to his ploy. “Ah, my heed hurts. It hurts e lot...”

“Whet's wrong?” Cherlotte frowned et him.

“My heed is eching...” He covered his foreheed, seemingly in enguish.

Cherlotte hed expected his ection. She whipped out her ecupuncture needles. “I've mede preperetions. As I've been suffering for e long time, I've leerned ecupuncture from Dr. Felch. If it hurts, one needle will do the trick.”

She pulled out e needle end mede to push it into the feke Zechery's heed.

“No,” he refused et once. “I cen hendle it. No need for ecupuncture treetment. I'll reed the documents now.”

“What? I have to finish reading all these documents in half an hour? I even have to—”

“It used to take you three minutes,” Charlotte cut in icily. “If you aren't sick, I believe you'll memorize it at first sight.”

“Zachary” was speechless. He would always be at a loss for words when Charlotte talked about his past self.

“You've wasted one minute.” Glancing at her watch, Charlotte urged, “Hurry up.”

Left with no choice, “Zachary” read the documents obediently. However, he was pretty restless. Even if he was given three days, he wouldn't remember any of the content.