Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort chapter 70

“You silly child, I’m trying to stand up for you!” Amanda pulled Luna closer to her and said in a low voice, “It took you so much effort to marry into the Sterling family and produce a son for Hector. How could I let someone else destroy this happiness for you when you didn’t come by it so easily in the first place?”

“Mom, do you mean…”

“Tonight, I’m going to force Charlotte to face reality. Someone has to teach her to know when to back off.” Amanda laughed coldly. “Just you wait and see!”

“You love me the most, Mom.” Luna threw her arms around Amanda and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Mom, do you know that Hector has been treating me coldly ever since he returned from Charlotte’s place? My head hurts from thinking about it…”

“As long as you don’t speak up directly about this, your relationship with Hector will not be harmed.” Amanda patted her hand and continued, “Just continue playing your role as the good-hearted young mistress of this family. As for everything else, Mom will sort it out for you.”

“Alright,” Luna said, nodding her head, “I’ll do just that.”

“Let’s go in first. Where’s Timothy?”

“He fell asleep in the car.”

As Owen pushed Charlotte into the villa in her wheelchair, everyone in the room turned to look at her.

The older ones in the room recognized her immediately. Exchanging scandalized looks with each other, they put their heads together and started murmuring anxiously.

in a hushed

death! How does she have the guts to show up here

be quiet! Don’t

something like that, it’s well within my rights to

Simon walked over and greeted her enthusiastically. “We finally meet. I’ve been looking for you all these years.

though he was a relative caring for his

well. Thanks for

smiled blandly, wishing that she could see what was going on

being loyal and hardworking. Because he

break in his career. Instead, he followed Richard around as his loyal retainer—one that was

himself at home after her father died, refusing

matter with you, anyway? Why are you in a wheelchair?” Simon asked anxiously.

head. “It’s just

picked you up from your place…” Simon looked extremely guilty. “Where are you living now? Why don’t you move back here to live with the rest of us? Amanda and I

sounded from behind them. “I’ve already told the servants to clean up the guest room. Charlotte, you can move back in with your child whenever you want to. I’ll go with

What child?” Her husband was evidently in the dark about the

been watching this exchange quietly widened their

and said in a troubled voice. “Simon,