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 worse

tears away. “You must stay safe and

forced out a smile on his face. “Don’t cry. It’s

within her when she thought of

Happy Avenue. Michael opened the car door and helped

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

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

habits, a good thing about him is

“I’ll stay here and watch over you as you go upstairs. If everything’s fine, turn the lights on and off three times. In that case,

embraced Michael

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

“Got it…”

lingering glance before spinning around and walking into the neighborhood briskly. Soon,

wanted to meet her children, not even wanting to

fingerprint and flung it open. To her surprise, two policemen were standing in the house, both warily aiming their guns

Charlotte was so scared that she