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.

Charlotte finally managed to rent a house that was near her office. The rent was thrice the amount of her previous rent, but the house was spacious, and it was

importantly, no one knew

could come and disrupt her

rushed there and deposited

left in her account, Charlotte grinned and exited the place

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

been a tiring day, but she soon fell asleep on the

who was perched on the television, looked at her gloomily and

night, Charlotte slept soundly. She woke in the morning from the cold, and she realized she had not slept under a blanket last night. Pulling her

an hour, she fed Fifi and washed up before

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

had gone through too many things during

looks and discussing quietly among themselves despite not knowing what had happened to

“Charlotte.”

over and exclaimed, “Not bad, Charlotte. I never thought

her relationship with

giggled excitedly. “I knew it. You were transferred three times in less than a month after joining the company, so I knew you must have pulled some strings. I thought the man backing you was Mr. Holt at first, I never would’ve thought it’d be Mr. Sterling! You’re

brows and questioned, “What the hell? What