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Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort 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.”

“Understood. Thank you.” Charlotte nodded.

After prescribing the medicine, the doctor left with a curtsy towards Zachary.

“That’s weird. Why was she acting so reverent towards you?” A look of confusion cast upon Charlotte’s face.

“Whoever has the money is the boss!” he said in a matter-of-fact tone as he began to put on his clothes in front of her.

She turned away hastily. “Wh-what are you doing? Can’t you be a little more modest?”

“Your clothes are in the wardrobe. Go put them on yourself,” he replied indifferently. “Otherwise, feel free to go home in the hotel’s night robe if you wish.”

She shot daggers at him as she pulled out the pile of clothes and walked to the bathroom.

There was a white dress that came along with a set of pre-sanitized innerwear. Amazed at every detail taken into consideration, she changed into her new clothes obediently. Much to her surprise, they fit her perfectly! It’s as if each piece was specifically tailored for her.

Not only that, but the fabric also felt so comfortable against her skin, and they slid onto her body so conveniently…

“Are you done?” Zachary’s voice rang from outside.

“Yes, I am!” She stepped out of the bathroom and asked, “Whose clothes are these? They fit me perfectly! They feel so comfortable.”

“Why are you even asking? Of course they’re yours!”

He walked towards her and ruffled her dripping wet hair. He then seated her down in front of the dressing table, retrieved a dryer from the drawer and began blowing her hair.

She sat there quietly, staring at herself in the mirror before shifting her gaze to the man behind her tending to her hair. A warm feeling blossomed in her heart.

Come to think of it, this gigolo’s actually pretty nice…

Indeed, he has always deposited his monthly compensation so dutifully as agreed, without a single delay. He’s been so loyal and was at her every beck and call despite his arrogant attitude. On top of that, she didn’t expect him to have secretly arranged for a doctor to treat her worsening injuries and even prepared a perfect change of clothes for her.

If it weren’t for his shady job as a gigolo, perhaps it would be a good option for them to unite as a family…

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Just as the thought flashed across her mind, Charlotte brushed it off immediately.

No, Charlotte Windt! You shouldn’t soften up!

Once a gigolo, always a gigolo!

It would be impossible for him to clear the stains on his name as someone who had been doing such a dirty job for years.

Even if she herself were to ignore his past, what about the kids?

If they were to become a family, what if they bump into a client who recognized him while on the streets? How would the kids feel?

Her children would become a laughing stock because of their biological father’s identity. They would never be able to face society with their heads held high.

The more she thought about these, the more her fears tugged at her heart. She reminded herself again and again to never let her guard down, no matter how gentle this gigolo seemed to be…

Never!

“It’s done!”

With a smooth flick, Zachary switched off the dryer. He ruffled her soft hair as if he were petting a little puppy.

“That’s enough.” She nudged his hand away and kept a distance from him. “You don’t have to send me home. I’ll take a taxi!”

“Are you sure about this?” There was no resistance in his tone this time. He reminded coldly, “Once you step out of here on your own, I’ll never come to your aid anymore!”

“That’ll be the best!” she replied instantly. “Once I transferred the money back to you, we’ll cut ties. Let’s not meet again.”

He frowned as he stared at her quietly. After a brief moment, he nodded. “Alright!”

“Also, you have to delete that recording…”

“It’s already deleted earlier this morning, didn’t you see that?” His frown deepened as he spoke.

“That’s fine then. Goodbye.”

At that, she turned and scurried off.

He stood as he watched her back disappear into the distance. His face paled with anger, his fists clenched tight. This time, he would teach this woman a lesson… He would surely make her come back begging on her own accord!

Charlotte exited the lift and hailed a taxi as soon as she stepped out of the lobby.

She glanced back at the Aston Martin not far away through the car window. Her heart throbbed with a sudden twinge of sorrow.

She reminisced on the madness they went through the night before, and on his gentle and caring demeanor today. And how they’ve cut ties with each other just like that.

It felt like everything was gone with the wind in the blink of an eye.

It was like a dream, as if nothing had actually happened since last night.

Lost in her thoughts, the taxi arrived in front of her house before she knew it.

It was afternoon. The kids had left for kindergarten.

Mrs. Berry showed up at the door and hurried over to her. “Goodness me… Where have you been last night, Miss? I’ve tried calling you so many times but you didn’t answer. I was so worried!”

“I went out with a colleague and drank too much, so I crashed at her place,” Charlotte excused sluggishly. “I’m tired, Mrs. Berry. I need a nap.”

“Alright. I’ll make something to eat after you’re rested.”

“Okay.”

She dragged her feet back into her room. Just as she attempted to make an online transfer to the gigolo, her fingers froze atop her phone screen. A sudden realization dawned on her – she didn’t even know his bank account number!

Besides, there would only be seven hundred left in her credit card if she transfers the money back to him!

How many more days could she survive with only seven hundred?

Oh no… What do I do now?

She was racking her brain when her phone suddenly vibrated and rang. It was Hector who called.

At that name, she hung up immediately without answering. She couldn’t be bothered about that man at a time like this.

Without further hesitation, she sent a text to the gigolo. Give me your account number. I’ll transfer the money now!

She waited for a few minutes, but there was no reply.

Does he not want his money back?

She thought that she should return the money regardless, to avoid any trouble with him in the future. However, if he doesn’t want the money back right away, she could at least wait until her next paycheck…

Just then, her phone vibrated with a new incoming message.

The “Gigolo In Debt” replied with his bank account number.

C National Union Bank, XXXXXXXX, Danny Grant.

“Heh… Men will be men after all!” she let out a mocking laugh as she read the name.

What an old-fashioned name for a gigolo. No wonder he never brought that up.

She sighed at the thought of transferring out a huge sum of money. It’s alright… I guess it’s better to sever ties as soon as possible.

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With a tap on her phone, Charlotte transferred a lump sum to his account. To give herself additional peace of mind, she dialed his number. “I’ve transferred one hundred and seven thousand in total. Please check if you have received it.”

“Okay,” the familiar voice answered plainly.

“Goodbye!”

Within a second after hanging up, she erased his number from her contact list.

She couldn’t help but feel irritated. What’s with that cold attitude? Wasn’t he so gentle and passionate just a while back at the hotel? Was it all a pretense?

Where did all his manners disappear to? Not even a “thank you” after she returned his money!

Wretched gigolo!

Apart from that, she stared blankly at the remaining balance flashing on her screen. There was only seven hundred left, it wouldn’t even be enough to buy milk for the kids…

It hasn’t even been a month yet since she started on her current job. She was at a loss on how to manage until payday.

She fumbled through her closet and drawers, hoping to find something valuable that she could possibly sell or pawn off for some quick money.

Alas, there was nothing else besides the ruby necklace. Zachary Nacht had gotten it for her back at the charity auction.

She felt miserable. The ruby necklace wasn’t something she could use right now although it’s worth a hundred million. She had to return it to the Devil himself one day.

Come on, is there really no other way? She rested a palm on her head and let out a helpless sigh.

Her brows were tightly woven in a deep furrow when her phone suddenly rang again. Puzzled at the unknown number, she hesitated briefly before picking it up. “Hello?”

“Charlotte! It’s me, Lily. Are you okay?” a high-pitched voice echoed from the other end.

“Lily?” It took her a while before she recalled that name. Lily was the other girl from the administration department. “I’m fine… How did you know my number?”

“I got it from the HR department. I heard that you took emergency leave today, so I just wanted to check up on you.”

“I’m fine, thank you.”

Charlotte was wary despite sounding as polite as she could. After what had happened yesterday, she couldn’t trust anyone enough to let her guard down. Until now, she was still in the dark as to why Yolanda had ambushed her like that. She couldn’t remember having done anything that could’ve offended her…

“What happened last night? You disappeared without any notice after you left the suite with Yolanda! Your boyfriend never came back either after he left to search for you,” Lily responded. “Everyone thought you lot were trying to escape from the bill, but Sultry Night’s manager told us that your boyfriend had already paid for the entire session.”

“I’m okay… I guess I just drank too much,” Charlotte avoided the question. “I’m sorry for leaving you guys just like that yesterday.”

“Don’t worry about that. By the way, Yolanda hasn’t come into the office today as well. The company had just announced that she was involved in some criminal activity with Mr. Holt! Apparently they’ve been handed over to the police. We’re all shocked! It’s so scary…” Lily answered.

So Yolanda had been Wesley’s partner in crime! No wonder things seemed so fishy. The way Yolanda had repeatedly confronted her about Wesley all this while was suspicious.

And on that night when Wesley was about to stab her, she had undoubtedly felt a push from behind. She thought she must’ve been imagining, but at Lily’s explanation, she was now certain that Yolanda was the person who had tried to push her to death.

“Charlotte, I wanted to apologize as well… I should’ve stopped you when Yolanda led you out of the suite. I had no idea things would turn out like this! Everyone in the office was discussing about it today. They were talking about how Yolanda tried to harm you, but fortunately Mr. Nacht rushed to the scene and rescued you. I can’t imagine what would’ve happened if he hadn’t shown up in time…” Lily rambled on.

“Did you just say… Mr. Nacht?”

Charlotte was startled. Wasn’t it the “Gigolo In Debt” who had rescued her? How could it be Zachary Nacht?

“Yeah, Fiona said it was Mr. Nacht who carried you away in his Aston Martin,” Lily said as her voice began to quiver. “I’m really sorry, Charlotte! Please don’t ever bear any grudge against me. I really didn’t mean to let you get hurt…” she sobbed.

“Don’t worry, Lily! I know it’s not your fault. You should get on with your work. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Charlotte dropped the topic and hung up.

There’s something she couldn’t fathom…

Didn’t the Aston Martin belong to the gigolo? How could it be Zachary Nacht again?

Perhaps Fiona had mistaken the gigolo for Mr. Nacht.

They both looked so similar from behind after all.

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A headache began to brew as multiple thoughts overwhelmed Charlotte’s mind at once. I shouldn’t be thinking about this right now. How I can afford my next meal is more important than men…

She had to figure out a way to earn some quick cash.

A sudden knock at the door snapped her out of her jumbled thoughts. “Miss, you haven’t slept, have you?” Mrs. Berry’s voice resounded from the other side of the door.

“No, I haven’t. Come in, Mrs. Berry,” Charlotte answered promptly.

The door swung open as Mrs. Berry entered with a few papers in her hand. “Miss, the kids will be leaving for the Sunflower Class’ spring trip tomorrow. We’ll have to sign this consent form and invoice, and make the payment at the kindergarten today. Are you going to do this yourself, or should I go instead?”

“You do it, please. My wounds still hurt, I need some more rest…” Charlotte grabbed her phone and was about to transfer money to Mrs. Berry. “How much is it?”

“It’s eight hundred per pax, so the total for all three of them is two thousand four hundred,” Mrs. Berry replied as she handed over the invoice.

Charlotte gaped at the papers before her eyes. What sort of kindergarten is this? Eight hundred per child for a mere school trip? Do they intend to bring the kids on a tour to outer space or something?

“Oh, this reminds me!” Mrs. Berry chirped as she saw the balance in her phone. “I still have a remainder of three thousand from the furniture expenses you gave me last time. I can make the payment with this money first.”

“Did I…?” Charlotte looked up in confusion.

Mrs. Berry didn’t seem to hear her mumble. “I should go to the kindergarten now then. Rest well, Miss. I’ll make dinner once I come back.”

At that, she walked away hurriedly and left the house.

Charlotte stared as the plump woman’s back waddled off and disappeared from view. She felt guilty for having given only a thousand to Mrs. Berry to purchase some furniture earlier.

Mrs. Berry had come home with an old shoe rack and a simple bookshelf from the thrift store. She even returned with a balance of three hundred…

Where did the extra three thousand come from?

Mrs. Berry must have sold her own jewelry to help fund the household’s expenses.

She sighed at how useless she herself had become. Mrs. Berry had been so faithfully looking after her and the children all these years. In addition to delaying the housekeeper’s salary, she even had to ask Mrs. Berry for help with money these days.

Charlotte couldn’t live with this remorse for much longer. She flipped her laptop open and began searching for a part-time job.

There’re certainly loads of opportunities out there. As long as she strived harder, there wouldn’t be a need to starve.

E-hailing driver, food delivery person…

She scrolled on in dismay. Most of the vacancies listed required her to have her own mode of transport. She no longer had a car, and couldn’t even afford a bike with the amount of money she had at the moment.

Come on, is there any other job I can take?

Her eyes lit up when she came across an advertisement for a bar singer. Good looks, appealing figure, adept at musical instruments… She scanned through the job requirements eagerly, then saw the last sentence where the salary was stated. Two hundred and eighty per hour!

It seemed like the bar had just recently opened its doors. The bar appeared to be the more sober type of place where customers would go to unwind themselves in the music, have some drinks, socialize and play games, and perhaps also to do a little bit of flirting around.

It couldn’t possibly be on the same level as a nightclub as grand and flamboyant as the Sultry Night.

These kinds of bars would most likely have less nonsense in comparison.

Besides, she wouldn’t bump into shady people like the “Gigolo In Debt” in a bar like this.

I can give this a shot! She quickly wrote up a resume and submitted it with a click.

As someone who had taken piano lessons since young until the highest grade and even won multiple international awards, she was confident that she could pull off the job.

Music had only been a hobby for her as a child. She’d never thought that she would one day need to feed herself with this skill.

Desperate to obtain the position before it was snatched up by anyone else, she dialed the number stated on the employer’s advertisement.

The phone was answered almost right away, as if the hiring company was indeed in urgent need of someone to fill the vacancy. “You can come for an interview at 8 p.m. tonight if you wish. If you pass, we might even consider letting you start work tonight itself.”

“Alright. May I know if I’ll get paid on a daily basis?” she enquired.

“That’s definitely possible. The payment form is negotiable as long as you have the looks and talent we’re looking for,” the voice on the other end replied.

“Great! I’ll be there at 8 p.m. sharp tonight. Thank you!”

She hung up the call with relief and excitement. Just then, her children’s voice echoed through the house, “Mommy, are you home?”

“Robbie! Jamie! Ellie! Fifi!”

She hurried out of the door to greet them.

“Mommy!” Her three kids immediately plunged themselves into her arms. Fifi circled around in the air above them while chanting along, “Mommy! Mommy!”

“Ellie, did you bring Fifi to the kindergarten again?”

Charlotte planted a kiss on Ellie’s chubby, rosy cheek.

“She flew into my bag. I only found her hiding inside when I was at the kindergarten…” Ellie explained as her pink lips pressed into a tiny pout.

“But the teachers didn’t scold me for that!” she continued eagerly. “Fifi behaved herself today. She didn’t disturb anyone during class, and everybody had fun playing with her. They all loved Fifi!”

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“Yes, Timothy said he would ask his father to buy him a talking parrot.” Then, Jamie took out a gold invitation card. “Mommy, he also invited us to his birthday party.”

“Uh…” Charlotte was taken aback. Both of them were at each other’s throats the last time they met. When did they develop such a close relationship?

“Mommy, Timothy does not bully Ellie anymore.” With a serious expression on his face, Robbie continued, “Every day, he brings different types of food for Ellie. For lunch, he even gave her his chicken wings and strawberries.”

“Exactly, he isn’t as rude as he was before,” Jamie agreed. Then, he started to mimic punching motions and boasted, “Recently, he even asked me to spar with him, and I taught him a few tricks.”

Ignoring her brothers, Ellie tilted her head and asked innocently,” Mommy, can I forgive him and accept him as a friend?”

“Of course.” Charlotte nodded her head with a smile. “I will not intervene with the people you want to make friends with.”

“If so, can we attend Timothy’s birthday party then?” Jamie did not hesitate to ask.

“Well…” Charlotte pondered then came up with an excuse. “His family members will probably be at the birthday party too. Although all of you have cleared the misunderstandings and developed a new friendship, his family members may think otherwise. I think it will be best if all of you don’t attend his party. Anyway, you can celebrate with him in the kindergarten.”

“I thought so too.” Robbie, the most mature one, nodded in agreement. He added, “Timothy’s mother and grandmother are so fierce. We should skip the party instead.”

“Okay.”

Disappointed, Jamie pursed his lips and looked down. I won’t be able to see the Transformers figurines at Timothy’s house anymore.

On the other hand, Ellie seemed unaffected. In a serious tone, she stated, “I will draw a picture and send it to him as a birthday gift. Will that be alright, Mommy?”

“Of course! All of you are such wonderful friends!” Charlotte pecked on each of their cheeks.

“Mommy! You are a girl. Please do not me all the time,” Jamie pouted and ran away.

“Oh?” Charlotte was surprised by his reaction. In the past, he was always jealous of his sister and complained that I was biased toward Ellie. He even protested that I had to give them the same number of kisses each time. What’s wrong with him now?

“Jamie likes a girl,” Robbie snitched. Squeezing his chin as though he knew everything, he divulged, “He is always peeking at her.”

“Is that true? Who is it?” Charlotte curiously questioned.

Inching to his mother’s side, Robbie whispered, “He likes our new music teacher.”

“Haha, really?” Charlotte chuckled. “Well, do you like her too?”

“Of course not!” Her eldest child immediately puffed his chest and patted it. “I am only interested in my studies.”

“Haha, you have the right priorities, Robbie,” Charlotte praised and gently ruffled her son’s hair.

“Mommy, Timothy also gave this to me…” Ellie took a bracelet out of her bag. “He gave me this because I helped him to eat the strawberries that he hates.”

“This…” Charlotte took a closer look at the bracelet and frowned, “Ellie, you should not accept such gifts from others in the future, okay?”

“Why?” Her daughter widened her eyes and queried.

“This bracelet is expensive, and it is their family heirloom…” Charlotte trailed off before she thought of a simpler way to illustrate her point. “In any case, you should not accept such presents in the future unless your friends made them personally. Do you understand?”

“Okay, I understand,” Ellie reluctantly nodded and agreed.

“Mrs. Berry,” Charlotte called out and instructed, “When you send Ellie to school tomorrow, will you pass this bracelet to her teacher? Tell the teacher to return it to the student who gave this to her.”

“Alright.” Mrs. Berry acknowledged while cooking.

Charlotte was about to continue, but Fifi was making noises to signal that it was hungry, so the children rushed to feed their pet parrot.

At that moment, the security guard knocked on their door to remind them to pay their utility bill. He also threatened to cut off their electricity if they did not pay.

Instantly, Charlotte lost her trail of thought.

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After dinner, Charlotte hurried to Bar DTT for an interview.

Since she wanted to become a singer, her appearance was important. Therefore, Charlotte dug up a black dress that she bought years ago and wore it. She even put on some red lipstick.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she thought the lipstick was too much, so she wiped it away.

Pairing her dress with a pair of sports shoes, she headed straight to the bar.

Although she was dressed rather casually, her looks still attracted attention from the people in the bar.

The place was quite empty, with only three tables occupied. There was also only a handful of staff…

With Charlotte’s arrival, the boring atmosphere in the bar suddenly came to life.

Guests sitting at those three occupied tables suddenly straightened, and their eyes lit up, ready to strike up a conversation with her.

Meanwhile, at the table in the corner, the bar owner, Peter, patted the shoulder of a young man next to him. “Our fresh prey has arrived. You will surely like her.”

“Pft, your bar is so lousy and does not even have a pretty hostess…” The young man in the black leather jacket jeered but suddenly paused when he saw Charlotte walking in. His disdainful gaze turned into a surprised one, and his eyes looked like they were about to fall out.

“Sir, do you like her?” Peter gave him a sneaky smirk. “I will get her number for you.”

“Stop it.” Chris immediately stopped him and warned, “Don’t you dare touch her.”

“You know her?” Peter asked.

“We are more than just acquaintances…”

Chris narrowed his eyes and studied Charlotte with an odd expression.

Compared to the innocent look she had yesterday, he preferred her wild and sexy look today more.

“I’ll get her to come over,” Peter fussed.

“I told you not to touch her!” Chris emphasized with lasers shooting out of his eyes.

“Okay, I got it, “ Peter surrendered while nodding his head vigorously in shock.

“Boss, the new singer is here for an interview.” One of the waiters brought Charlotte over.

Instantly, Charlotte spotted Chris and stopped in her tracks. Is he…the Gigolo In Debt?

His figure, clothes and he looks exactly the same from the back…

Chris turned his head, and his gaze landed on Charlotte. There was a complicated expression in them. Did she recognize me?

“You…” Charlotte looked at the handsome yet slightly childish-looking young man and regained her composure. “Are you…”

Chris’ heart skipped a beat. She recognizes me? Does she regard me as her older brother?

“Danny Grant?” Charlotte called out, thinking he was “Gigolo In Debt”.

“Huh?” Chris was puzzled. What is going on? Did Zachary come up with such a dull name for his alias?

“Sorry, I must have mistaken you for someone else?” Charlotte uttered, feeling uncertain about the situation.

I’m sure he is that gigolo. Well, I should play along and pretend we don’t know each other since we have already cut off our ties.

“You?” Peter cheerfully gleamed at Charlotte and confirmed, “You are here for an interview as a singer?”

“Yes.” Charlotte nodded.

“What instruments do you play?” Peter questioned.

“I play the piano,” Charlotte answered as she glanced at the stage to see a white piano.

“You can go up the stage and play something for us,” Peter offered while gesturing towards the instrument.

“Okay.” Charlotte stole another look at Chris before she walked up the stage. She started with an easy nocturne before moving on to a challenging song, the theme song of “Pirates of Caribbean”.

Instantly, everyone gave her a round of applause.

All the young people in the crowd cheered for her.

When she was finally done with the song, she left the stage and approached Peter. “Was that alright?”

“It was passable. However, people come here to drink, and it’s not a high-class western restaurant. Therefore, you may have to sing while playing the piano, and preferably, you have to perform fast-paced songs,” Peter smiled as he gave his comments.

Immediately, Charlotte butted in, “No problem, I can play a few more…”

“There’s no need to. I’ll give you some time to prepare, and you shall start your first performance at nine,” Peter stopped her mid-sentence. “I’ll pay you two thousand per hour. Each shift will last two hours, and you will have to come by on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays. Is that okay with you?”

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Surprised, Charlotte paused momentarily before she cautiously confirmed, “Two thousand for an hour? Is that right?”

“If you think that it’s too low, there is still room for discussion…” Peter explained.

“No, it’s alright. I’ll take it.” Charlotte was overjoyed. “I thought I would have to show you my certificates before you would offer such a price…”

“I don’t need a certificate because I can tell how good you are from what I’ve heard thus far.” Peter chuckled, “Okay, you should head backstage to prepare.”

“Yes, of course. Thank you so much,” Charlotte thanked him and promptly headed backstage with another waiter.

Meanwhile, Chris swirled the liquid in his glass while his gaze followed Charlotte.

“Who is the man sitting beside our boss?” Charlotte whispered.

“That is Mr. Broid!” The waiter exclaimed and continued, “He is our boss’ friend and a shareholder of this bar.”

“What does he do?” Charlotte enquired.

“I think he is the heir to a rich family. Besides that, I have no clue.”

Then, the waiter advised, “Charlotte, you look like a simple woman, so I will like to give you a piece of advice. Mr. Broid is a playboy and very flirtatious. His girlfriends come and go as often as he changes his clothes. If money is your priority, you can go ahead and have fun with him. Otherwise, you can forget about anything else because he will not take any relationship seriously.”

“I was just curious. Don’t worry. I don’t have any funny ideas…” Charlotte awkwardly laughed it off. It seems like he was not the “Gigolo in Debt” because the latter was not some heir to a wealthy family.

Just as Charlotte was about to leave, a group of sexy and good-looking women rushed into the bar enthusiastically towards Chris.

“Mr. Broid! We all miss you so much.”

“Mr. Broid, what took you so long to come here? How heartless!”

“Yes, Mr. Broid. Why did you not visit Sultry Night today?”

“Shut up!” Chris frowned and scoffed, “All of you are making too much noise.”

Oddly today, he felt like those women could not hold a candle to Charlotte.

One is an angel, while this bunch is just colorful birds…

“Mr. Broid, you have a big appetite today. After ordering so much, can you stomach it?” Peter raised his brows and joked in a low voice.

“It’s too much,” Chris spat, then ordered the women, “Wait outside for me.”

“Huh? Why?” The women were unhappy that their client seemed different today.

“Get out!” Chris fumed.

“Oh…” the women obediently left.

The men at the other two tables were salivating and lusting over those beautiful women, unable to tear their gaze away from them.

“What’s wrong with you today?” Peter asked.

“I’ll leave first,” Chris stated before he got up and put on his jacket. “Take care of the lady from earlier.”

“Understood!” Peter obliged.

By the time Charlotte returned from backstage, the man she had mistaken for the “Gigolo In Debt” was gone.

She did not overthink it and went to Peter to go over the details of her contract. “Sir, can I change into something else? I think these clothes are too revealing.”

“Sure, you can wear whatever you want.” Peter shrugged.

“Thank you. Additionally, I think nine is too late for me. Is it possible to change it to eight-thirty instead? If so, I will be able to take the last train home.”

“Sure, eight-thirty is fine,” Peter readily agreed.

“Thank you so much! You are so easygoing.” Charlotte grinned.

“Haha, of course.”

To the bar owner, he had to take care of her after his biggest customer ordered him to do so.

At eight-thirty, Charlotte was preparing to go on stage when she saw a familiar figure walking in.

Slender and tall with a domineering and mysterious aura, he exuded the vibe of a king.

As he entered, the people indoors grew silent.

Zachary Nacht!

What is he doing here?

Shocked, Charlotte turned around instantly.

Oh dear! If he knew I was working here part-time, would he fire me?

“It’s time for you to go up on stage,” the waiter reminded.

“Give me a moment.”

Charlotte rushed to the dressing room and grabbed a black-laced mask from the bunch before slowly walking up the stage.

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“Mr. Nacht!” Peter walked over and welcomed him. He respectfully bowed and greeted, “What are you doing here today?”

Instead of replying, Zachary sat down in a corner without a word.

His aura was so strong that even the flickering lights that were projected on him seemed to fade.

Meanwhile, Peter was still crouched over, waiting for Zachary’s order.

The young man lit up a cigar and took a puff before he asked, “Did Chris come by earlier?”

“Yes, he did,” Peter promptly replied.

“He invested three hundred million in you?” Zachary raised his brows.

“There were several branches…” Peter cautiously answered. “They all made money.”

“You mean a shitty place like that has the ability to earn money?” Zachary sneered, “You can play around with that few hundred million. However, if I find out that you are up to no good…”

He wagged his finger, and Peter hurried over immediately. Then, he coolly jabbed the cigarette butt into the latter’s palm.

Psh! An ugly expression appeared on the bar owner’s face. He did not dare to make a sound, so he gritted his teeth in pain.

Charlotte had just sat down, and after watching this scene, her face turned pale.

What is happening?

Why is he making trouble for someone else again?

What did the bar owner do to him?

Why does he have to treat my boss like that?

“You can start,” the DJ reminded her.

Snapping out of her daze, Charlotte began to focus on her performance.

She started singing “Love Story” by Taylor Swift, which drew everyone’s attention instantly.

Even Zachary peeled his attention away from the bar owner and projected it to the stage.

On the stage, there was a lady in a black dress and a black-laced mask. She had a sexy figure and had a carefree attitude. How peculiar!

At the sight of her, his thoughts drifted to Charlotte.

Would that stubborn woman have such a side to her?

“Mr. Nacht, would you like to try some wine that I have specially kept?”

Breaking Zachary’s train of thoughts, Peter’s injured hand shook as he brought his treasured wine to the young man.

“No need.” Zachary waved him away and got up to leave.

Ben and the rest quickly followed after him.

Peter followed behind to send them out, looking as pitiful as an abandoned dog following his owner around.

While singing, Charlotte watched Zachary walk away. Was he here to torture my boss?

Whatever, it is none of my business!

After only an hour of performing, she had received good feedback.

Although there were not many customers, those that were there were full of praises for Charlotte. They even told the bar owner that they would bring their friends over to hear her sing.

By ten thirty, Charlotte ended work, and Peter gave her five thousand in hard cash.

She was touched, but when she saw his injured hand, she could not help but blurted out, “Who was that guy from earlier? Why did he do this to you?”

She casually left out the part that she knew who Zachary was.

“Problems in the real world are complicated, so there is no need to ask further.” Peter then chuckled, “Oh yes, you can call me Peter.”

“Sure, Peter,” Charlotte chirped.

Grinning, Peter waved her off and nagged, “Alright, you should head home soon. Remember to report at eight-thirty tomorrow. For the first week, you have to come every day so we can test out the response.”

Charlotte nodded.

Then, she carefully placed the money in her bag. Initially, she wanted to take the train home. However, a few young men surrounded her and demanded she give them her number. Therefore, she had no choice but to wave for a taxi and hurry home.

On the trip home, Charlotte was thrilled. With this part-time job, she could earn five to six thousand each day, which was more than what the “Gigolo In Debt” would give her.

She did not need to rely on anyone else and could support her family.

While daydreaming, the taxi stopped at a red light, and she spotted an Aston Martin beside her. Isn’t that the gigolo’s car plate number?

Unfortunately, she could not see the driver from her angle.

The traffic light turned green, and when her taxi moved forward, Charlotte turned to see the man who visited Bar DTT earlier.

He is that gigolo?

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Immediately, Charlotte took out her phone and tried to find the contact, “Gigolo In Debt”. However, she realized that she had deleted his number.

She rummaged through her text messages, but when she finally found the number, the car beside them already sped off.

Letting out a sigh, she could only comfort herself. Forget it. We cut our ties, so why do I care?

That night, she dreamt of many things. One moment, she dreamt about Zachary, and the next moment, she would dream of the “Gigolo in Debt”. Then, she would start dreaming about the young man…

She had no idea who was who.

Maybe because she was tired, she overslept. She only woke up when Mrs. Berry nagged, “Your children already boarded the school bus. If you don’t get up, you are going to be late.”

Instantly, Charlotte climbed out of bed and brushed her teeth. Without washing her face, she ran out of her room.

When she reached the door, she turned back again and pushed the money from her bag into Mrs. Berry’s hands. “Mrs. Berry, this is the money I made last night.”

“How did you make so much money last night? Miss, why are you running? Have some breakfast before you leave…” Mrs. Berry shouted in concern as she chased after Charlotte with a rice ball in hand. However, the latter already got into the elevator.

Looking down at the money in her palm, Mrs. Berry grew worried.

Moments later, Charlotte was trying her best to squeeze into the train. When she finally arrived at her stop, she ran like a madwoman to her office.

By the time she arrived at her level, she was covered in sweat.

“What’s wrong with you? Mr. Nacht does not like employees who don’t look after their image,” Lucy scolded. “Quickly go to the restroom and wash up.”

“Okay.” Charlotte went to the restroom to wash her face and tidied herself. She was about to leave when she heard two female colleagues whispering.

“Did you know that someone named Charlotte was employed at level 68? I heard she pulled some strings.”

“Who is backing her?”

“I’m not sure, but I heard from someone on level 13 that something happened to her in a bar, and Mr. Nacht saved her. I think she has a special relationship with him.”

“How is that possible? Mr. Nacht has such a high status, so what does he see in a mere employee like her?”

“Well, you never know…”

“Whatever, let’s not go on. If Mr. Nacht finds out, he will fire us.”

Hearing footsteps that followed, Charlotte immediately fled from the toilet. She was puzzled by what she heard. Did Fiona from the administration department see it wrongly? Was it Zachary who saved me?

While she was pondering over the matter, she felt a strong aura from the opposite side.

She raised her head to see Zachary walking before her with his eyebrows knitted together. He had a dark expression on his face.

Instinctively, she lowered her head and stood in a corner.

Without making eye contact, Zachary walked past her.

Only after she heard the door opening and closing, she let out a breath of relief, knowing that he had entered the president’s office. Discreetly, she made her way back to her table.

“Mr. Nacht is in a bad mood today. Watch out and don’t make any mistakes,” Lucy reminded her in a low voice.

“Of course,” Charlotte noted.

“There will be a few visitors coming to our office today. Their information is all here. Do take note of the time…”

“Okay,” Charlotte cut her off and opened the file to see the first visitor, Hector.

While she was still in a daze, the elevator door opened, and a familiar figure walked out. He looked around and was momentarily stunned when he saw Charlotte.

“Mr. Sterling!” Owen softly reminded from behind him.

Hector snapped out from his thoughts before he smiled and greeted, “Hello, I am here to visit Mr. Nacht. I have an appointment with him.”

“Mr. Sterling, good morning! Please come this way.” Charlotte responded professionally and promptly led him to the office, handing him over to a more experienced secretary to make further arrangements.

Hector’s gaze lingered on her for a moment before he walked into the office.

Charlotte returned to her table and continued with her work. Recalling Zachary’s unhappy expression from earlier, she wondered if he would make things difficult for Hector.

While pondering over the questions, a secretary suddenly rushed over. “Ms. Wright, please come over here! Mr. Nacht lost his temper and threw an object that hit Mr. Sterling’s head!”

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“Quickly fetch the first-aid kit!” Lucy immediately ordered.

Calmly and steadily, she quickly walked to the president’s office.

Charlotte’s heart thumped wildly in her chest. She wanted to see what happened but could only wait.

Besides, if she went there, she might make things worse for Hector.

“Mr. Sterling, you are leaving already? I have a first-aid kit with me. I’m sorry for Mr. Nacht’s behavior. He is not in a good mood today. Let me send you to the hospital…” Lucy trailed on.

“It’s okay.” Hector turned a corner and disappeared into the restroom.

“Owen, this is the first-aid kit. There is some medicine in it.” Placing the box in Owen’s hands, Lucy continued, “Maybe you can use it?”

“Thank you.” The other party took the kit and said, “I will take care of it. You should get back to work.”

Nodding, Lucy returned to her desk and instructed the other secretaries, “I want all of you to be busy with work. When Mr. Sterling comes out, don’t stare at him.”

“Okay.” The secretaries had common sense and understood that he left the president’s office because of his pride. The more they stared at him, the more embarrassed he would feel.

While at her desk, Charlotte was frowning and felt uncomfortable. She did not understand why Hector had to give in to Zachary’s requests and bow down to him when the Sterlings were so well-off.

Isn’t it better for him to manage his own business?

Is Zachary the only client in the world?

At that moment, the injured man emerged from the restroom with a handkerchief covering his forehead. Owen followed behind him.

Charlotte could not help but steal a glance. His forehead was still bleeding, and his white shirt was soaked with blood. He looked miserable.

Feeling bad, she clasped her hands together tightly. All she wanted to do was to show concern, but she did not dare to.

Till Hector entered the elevator, she did not make a move. However, she caught him raising his head and looking at her with bloodshot eyes, along with an inexplicable expression.

Her heart ached and tears welled up in her eyes.

Finally, Hector left as the elevator door closed.

Charlotte lowered her head, overwhelmed.

“Charlotte, go to the president’s office with Dani to clean up,” Lucy ordered.

“Huh? I…” Danielle trembled in fear. “Ms. Wright, I’m afraid…”

“What is there to be scared of?” Lucy growled, “Do a good job and don’t sprout nonsense or look around unnecessarily. If you don’t step on his toes, Mr. Nacht will not eat you up.”

“Noted.” Charlotte quickly brought the necessary tools to the president’s office.

Danielle could only follow obediently. She tugged Charlotte’s arm and muttered, “Charlotte, can I clean the outside later while you clean the inside?”

“Sure.”

In contrast to Danielle, Charlotte was unafraid. She even wanted to confront Zachary about why he hit Hector. Did he have to resort to violence like that?

After they knocked on the door and entered the president’s office, Zachary commanded, “Tell the others that no one shall allow Hector to step into Divine Corporation without my permission from now on.”

“Yes!” Ben immediately heeded his order.

Danielle lowered her head and timidly picked up the glass shards by the door.

On the other hand, Charlotte walked to Zachary’s desk and squatted down to tidy the documents that had been scattered on the ground. There, she found Hector’s blood stains all over the place.

Once again, she felt bad and felt a wave of anger.

“You don’t have to clean up. Get out,” Zachary ordered.

“Yes…”

However, Charlotte stopped Danielle mid-sentence, “Mr. Nacht, are you not afraid of the stench of blood?” She coldly continued, “Otherwise, are you used to such violence?”

Ben held his breath. He wanted to remind Charlotte not to argue with Zachary at that moment, but he did not dare to speak.

Meanwhile, Danielle was taken aback. Is Charlotte out of her mind? How dare she talk back to Mr. Nacht like that?

Even if she doesn’t care about the consequences, at least she shouldn’t drag me down!

“Are you questioning me?” Zachary glared at Charlotte, with a cold stare.

Trembling in terror, Danielle’s legs turned jelly.

“Get out of here,” Zachary told Danielle, with his eyes still fixated on Charlotte.

Immediately, Danielle scurried away.

Gauging the situation, Ben followed behind.