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…”

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 dire situation. It’s better if I stay away from

and wiped her tears away. “You

a smile on his face. “Don’t cry.

burned within her when she thought

Michael opened the car

“I don’t want to cause you

worried. “I must ensure you and

is that he always speaks the truth. If he says that my children are at home, they’ll definitely

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

Michael warmly.

you leave Zachary’s side in the

“Got it…”

lingering glance before spinning around and walking into the

wanted to meet her children, not even wanting to wait

the door with her fingerprint and flung it open. To her

was so