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…”

reluctant, he decided to concede. “I’m not capable enough to oppose Zachary right now. If I help you, I’ll only make things worse and push you into an even more

Charlotte took a deep breath and wiped her tears away.

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

hope burned within her when she thought of

Avenue. Michael opened the car door and helped Charlotte

refused Charlotte quickly. “I don’t want to cause

worried.

is that he always speaks the truth. If he says

go upstairs. If everything’s fine,

Charlotte embraced Michael warmly. “Michael,

reluctantly, he reminded, “If you leave Zachary’s side in the future, or

“Got it…”

and walking into the neighborhood briskly. Soon, she broke out into a

children, not even wanting to

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

Charlotte was so scared that