Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte glanced at Fifi, who was lying on a cushion and sleeping soundly in the cage. If she did not notice the slight heaving of its chest, she would’ve thought that it was dead.

Who fed Fifi alcohol?

An impish face flashed across Charlotte’s mind. Who else can it be other than him?

“We can leave now!” Michael, who had finished changing his clothes, grabbed his car keys and strode out.

“Okay.”

Both of them rushed into the car, which zoomed toward Happy Avenue.

To ensure Michael’s safety, a few bodyguards tailed them in another car.

Neither Charlotte nor Michael spoke throughout the journey. Only after they arrived at the entrance of Happy Avenue did she say, “Michael, I know that it’s really despicable of me to say this, but I have no choice. Let’s not meet anymore.”

She choked up when she spoke, “I can’t drag you down with me, and I don’t want this torment to ensue. Really…”

to oppose Zachary right now. If I help you, I’ll only make things

tears away. “You must stay safe and

his face. “Don’t cry. It’s a good thing

hope burned within her when

arrived at Happy Avenue. Michael opened the car door and helped Charlotte out. “I’ll

fine,” refused Charlotte quickly. “I don’t want to cause you

scam?” Michael was still worried. “I must ensure you

is that he always speaks the

here and watch over you as you go upstairs. If everything’s fine, turn the lights on and off three times. In

Michael

you leave Zachary’s side in the future, or if you

“Got it…”

him a lingering glance before spinning around and walking into the neighborhood

to meet her children, not even wanting

with her fingerprint and flung it open. To her surprise, two

was so