“Don’t leave…” Charlotte wanted Olivia to stay, but her head was throbbing in pain. It took all she had to mumble, “Don’t let her leave…”
“What did you say, Ms. Lindberg?” Lupine didn’t hear it.
“It’s rowdy here. I’ll take her in so she can rest up.” Zachary took Charlotte and left. Lupine and Morgan tried to follow him, but he disappeared from their sights a short while later, much to their shock. They went around frantically trying to look for their employer.
Meanwhile, Zachary left with Charlotte from the back. She was already groggy from the pain. Marino was standing quite some distance away with the Pagani beside him. He tossed the key to Zachary, and Zachary took it. He went into the car with Charlotte and covered her with his suit before driving away into the night.
After Marino saw him off, he asked, “I thought Mr. Nacht said he can’t drive the Pagani now because a normal gigolo can’t afford even a tire change?”
“Ms. Lindberg is suspecting him now. She probably sent someone to keep an eye on us when we came out earlier. Driving another car would only make her suspicions worse,” Ben whispered. “Enough of this talk. Keep those women busy for now. I’ll meet up with Peter.”
“What? Why me?”
“Who else is there? Make sure you aren’t recognized.” Ben handed Marino a black fox’s mask. “All Sultry Night hosts use this.”
“What…”
Charlotte’s headache subsided after half an hour, and she looked around groggily. When she noticed she was in a Pagani, the first thing she asked was, “Where did you get the money for the tire change?”
“I sold my Benz,” he answered seriously.
“I thought I gave you the money for the repairs.” She massaged her temple.
“I was worried you might want it back, so I didn’t spend it,” Zachary joked.
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