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?”

She whispered and asked, “What

told Olivia

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

lowered her gaze to check on the performer’s wounds, she noticed the woman in front of

Ms. Goldstein was

over to the stage now.” Charlotte strode over to the banquet hall before Ms. Goldstein could grasp

yelled, “W-Who are you? You

performance, Charlotte walked up the stage

but she couldn’t make it in time because the spotlight was switched on once again. She left the stage and stomped her feet anxiously in fear of things

at the crowd, she took her seat and started running her fingers across the

classic piece and turned around to check

with such beauty as she ran her fingers

banquet were bigshots of the upper echelon. As they spent most of their time listening to the performance of world-class pianists, they could easily tell the

several institutions to perform on

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

for a few seconds. Shortly after she returned to her senses, she inquired, “E-Er… S-She’s a student from a

a world-class performance!” The guest couldn’t help but exclaim because