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…”

Michael was extremely 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

breath and wiped her tears away. “You must stay safe and take care

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

her when she

the car

Charlotte quickly. “I don’t want to

if it’s a scam?” Michael was still worried. “I must ensure you and your

is that he always speaks the truth. If he says that my children

over you as you go upstairs. If everything’s fine, turn

Charlotte embraced Michael warmly. “Michael,

at her reluctantly, he reminded, “If you leave Zachary’s side in the future, or if you need my help, you

“Got it…”

and walking into

wanted to meet her children, not even wanting to wait a minute

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

so