Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

The man placed his hand on her head, keeping her at a distance away. She couldn’t reach him even if she waved her hands wildly.

He stared at her coolly like she was nothing but a clown. “Get the facts right. You were the one who requested my service. It was consensual. You make it seem like I had raped you.”

Charlotte bristled. “You’re an unprofessional gigolo! You didn’t even put on a condom when you served your client. F*ck you! You deserve to be castrated!”

“Mm?” The man’s gaze turned dangerous. “Did you get pregnant?”

Charlotte stiffened at his question. Her babies flashed across her mind. Yes, I got pregnant and gave birth to triplets! But you scum! You’ve never been a responsible father!

“Answer me!” he demanded.

“Yes, I got pregnant!” Charlotte blurted out. She immediately changed her mind and corrected herself, “But I aborted it later. I won’t give birth to a shameless gigolo’s child!”

If someone else finds out the kids’ father is a male escort at a club, they’ll be ridiculed at their kindergarten!

No, I must keep it a secret. No one is to find out about this!

“Good!” The man nodded in satisfaction. He reached into his pocket to retrieve something.

I can’t believe you’re still working here as a gigolo. How many innocent ladies are you going to harm? I’ll file a complaint with your

his brows, he left the check

the rest are going to

“Go to hell!”

in rage. Why are there scums everywhere? They are

Wait a minute.

 That gigolo ruined my life.

can’t let him live luxuriously when my kids

private room again and demanded, “Stupid gigolo, you ruined

she made that announcement. Looking up icily, he replied, “Oh? How do you propose I

Charlotte declared sternly. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have

it weren’t for him, I would’ve met Father for the

my reputation wouldn’t have

him, I wouldn’t have become

kids are

demanding money from him now. Be

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