Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

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?

still have a remainder of three thousand from the furniture expenses you gave me last time. I can make the payment with this

Charlotte looked up in

go to the kindergarten now

she walked away hurriedly and left the

felt guilty for having given only a thousand to Mrs. Berry to purchase

old shoe rack and a simple bookshelf

the extra three thousand come

have sold her own jewelry to help fund the

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.

for much longer. She flipped her laptop open

opportunities out there. As long as she strived harder, there wouldn’t be a

driver, food

vacancies listed required her to have her own mode of transport. She no longer had a car, and couldn’t even afford

on, is there any other job

when she came across an advertisement for a bar singer. Good looks, appealing figure, adept at musical instruments… She scanned through the

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

couldn’t possibly be on the same level as a

bars would most

into shady people like the “Gigolo In

wrote up a resume and submitted it with

who had taken piano lessons since young until the highest grade and even won multiple international awards, she was