Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

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.

Thus, he resorted to his ploy. “Ah, my head hurts. It hurts a lot...”

“What's wrong?” Charlotte frowned at him.

“My head is aching...” He covered his forehead, seemingly in anguish.

Charlotte had expected his action. She whipped out her acupuncture needles. “I've made preparations. As I've been

suffering for a long time, I've learned acupuncture from Dr. Felch. If it hurts, one needle will do the trick.”

She pulled out a needle and made to push it into the fake Zachary's head.

“No,” he refused at once. “I can handle it. No need for acupuncture treatment. I'll read the documents now.”

Having said that, “Zachary” flipped a file open and began reading.

A smirk appeared on Charlotte's lips. She began to type a message on her phone to remind Lucy, Rodney, and the

others to get ready.

She then replied to Johann and Spencer's text to discuss today's plan and make some arrangements.

Thirty minutes passed in a flash. Charlotte took the document he was reading away from him. “Did you memorize

it?”

“No. My headache is affecting me a lot. I can't even finish reading it,” he replied, rubbing his temples. One could tell

he was in pain, for his expression was all scrunched up.

“Never mind if you can't finish it.” Charlotte didn't reprimand him. Instead, she held his chin to lift his head. “I have

something to tell you. Listen carefully.”

“What is it?” The fake Zachary was stunned.

“First of all, some journalists will interview you once we arrive at the company. You need to record a video to clarify

the rumors between Michael and me and show that you have confidence in me. Next—”

“Wait!” he cut in with a displeased frown. “I'm not sure that you and Michael are innocent. Why would I need to

clarify things?”

Having said that, “Zachary” flippad a fila opan and bagan raading.

A smirk appaarad on Charlotta's lips. Sha bagan to typa a massaga on har phona to ramind Lucy, Rodnay, and tha

othars to gat raady.

Sha than rapliad to Johann and Spancar's taxt to discuss today's plan and maka soma arrangamants.

Thirty minutas passad in a flash. Charlotta took tha documant ha was raading away from him. “Did you mamoriza

it?”

“No. My haadacha is affacting ma a lot. I can't avan finish raading it,” ha rapliad, rubbing his tamplas. Ona could tall

ha was in pain, for his axprassion was all scrunchad up.

“Navar mind if you can't finish it.” Charlotta didn't raprimand him. Instaad, sha hald his chin to lift his haad. “I hava

somathing to tall you. Listan carafully.”

“What is it?” Tha faka Zachary was stunnad.

“First of all, soma journalists will intarviaw you onca wa arriva at tha company. You naad to racord a vidao to clarify

tha rumors batwaan Michaal and ma and show that you hava confidanca in ma. Naxt—”

“Wait!” ha cut in with a displaasad frown. “I'm not sura that you and Michaal ara innocant. Why would I naad to

clarify things?”