Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“All right,” Charlotte mumbled weakly. “I’ll move out right away.”

“Be sure to move out before midnight, or else I’ll get someone to help you with you,” Peyton uttered. “For now, I need you to pay your penalty fees first.”

Left with no choice, Charlotte could only pay the fee before she hurriedly looked for houses.

Fortunately, the house she rented was fully furnished. As such, she did not have many things to move.

She placed the pieces of furniture she owned and her suitcase in the security room before she went to the housing agency to look for houses.

As she had to work on Monday, she had to finish moving by the end of today.

a house that was near her office. The rent was thrice the amount of her previous rent,

no one knew

no one could come and

still opened, Charlotte rushed there and deposited the

the amount left in her account, Charlotte grinned and exited the place with her head held

started cleaning up. She only finished cleaning the entire house late into the night. Lying exhausted on the couch, she stared blankly at the ceiling. When she imagined the smiles that would be on her children’s faces when they came home, the corners of her lips tilted

but she soon

on the television, looked at her gloomily and called

slept soundly. She woke in the morning from the cold, and she realized she had not slept under a blanket last night. Pulling her jacket closer together, she was about to fall asleep again when she found out it was already rather

less than half an hour, she fed Fifi and washed up before she rushed to

last Friday. Combined with the weekend, she only had two-and-a-half days off, but Charlotte felt as if she

through too many things during these

why her colleagues were giving her odd looks and discussing quietly among themselves despite not knowing what

“Charlotte.”

bad, Charlotte. I never thought you were in that kind of relationship with

She had kept her relationship with Hector

I knew you must have pulled some strings. I thought the man backing you was Mr. Holt at

and questioned, “What the hell?