Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte closed the door and put on the white-laced dress the woman passed her without further ado.

Although the woman wasn’t a match for Charlotte in terms of figures, they were of the same height. Therefore, Charlotte could easily put on the dress.

However, the initially simple-looking dress morphed into an elegant-looking gown as soon as Charlotte put it on.

To prevent others from recognizing her, Charlotte found a piece of white-laced cloth and made it into a face veil to go along with the dress. Her glistering eyes were the only facial feature that was visible to the public.

“That’s a brilliant idea! I don’t think they can tell the difference now!” The woman exclaimed in excitement.

“I want you to stay here and wait for me, okay? I’ll return to you once I’m done with the performance.” Charlotte urged the injured woman to take care of herself and handed over the purse she had to her. “Please take care of these on my behalf.”

“Okay!” The woman nodded vigorously because she was thrilled. “Miss, what’s your name? I’m a student at H City Music Academy. My name is Olivia, Olivia Peyton.”

“My name is Charlotte.” As Charlotte introduced herself, they heard the sound of someone knocking on the door. A few seconds later, Ms. Goldstein’s deadpan voice could be heard. “Why have you locked the door, Olivia? Are you sure you’re giving up on such a rare opportunity?”

a sudden. She whispered and asked, “What

with her!” Charlotte stuffed the first-aid kit behind the partition and told Olivia to stay put until her return. Then, she

the heck are you up to?” When Ms. Goldstein saw Charlotte, she thought the woman in front of her was Olivia. “What’s going on with the face veil? What

the performer’s wounds, she noticed the woman in front of her wasn’t injured at all. However, she

Ms. Goldstein was

strode over to the banquet hall before Ms. Goldstein could grasp

yelled, “W-Who are you? You better

performance, Charlotte walked up

on once again. She left the stage and stomped her feet anxiously in fear of things getting to the point of no

and started running her fingers across the piano, playing the classic piano piece by Maksim

banquet were impressed by the classic piece and turned around

the legato music was woven with such beauty as she ran

upper echelon. As they spent most of their time listening to the performance of world-class

institutions to perform on stage. However, they were thrilled by the pleasant surprise of the world-grade

and asked, “May I know the name of the pianist

she inquired, “E-Er… S-She’s a

frank, this is a world-class performance!” The guest couldn’t help but exclaim