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…”

“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

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

Michael forced out a smile on his face. “Don’t cry. It’s a good thing that you’ve found

Renewed hope burned within her when she thought of her

opened the car

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

a scam?” Michael was still worried. “I must

Zachary has a lot of horrible habits, a good thing about him is that he

watch 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

Michael

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

“Got it…”

spinning around and walking into

her children, not even wanting to

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

was so scared