Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

After a while, Charlotte struggled to leave the bed and dragged herself towards the door. To her dismay, the door was locked from the other side. She knocked on the heavy door frantically and yelled, “Is there anyone outside? Let me out! Let me out!”

There was dead silence outside the room.

Charlotte twisted the doorknob hard, but to no avail.

She had to give up twisting it and switched to look out of the window. The moment she looked down from the window, she was stunned.

It was indeed a strange building. She was at the height of approximately ten levels from the ground, with concrete walls all around her. Oh no! There isn’t any furniture for me to step on! No chance at all for me to escape from this window!

This looks exactly like a classical castle in fairy tales!

If I dare to jump down from this window, I will surely become shattered pieces!

Looks like I have no chance to survive at all unless my abductors change their minds and release me!

Who was it that locked me up here?

to look at the various types of sumptuous food served on the crystal dining table — there were dishes of the French Cuisine: foie gras, snails,

red wine closer to her nose, and her eyes lit up at the fragrance. This is undoubtedly the limited edition

abductor is obviously

Is it Sharon?

could’ve been beaten up by her. It’s

whole room again, trying

the oil paintings on the wall were authentic masterpieces. Even the floor vases at the corner were all invaluable antiques. My goodness! Even a room used to lock up a hostage is of

Who is she?

there was any name in her mind which could match the secretive woman. She

her, Charlotte had no appetite at all. I’m really worried about my three babies, and Mrs. Berry. I wonder if

the room, Charlotte finally spotted her phone. She was ecstatic

from her phone and slot it back, restarted her phone, yet there

the bed in despair, not

silent again as she continued to gaze aimlessly at the oil paintings on the wall, still holding her phone in her

Zachary was still trying hard to trace Zara’s exact location, but there were

he drifted into unconsciousness

to leave this week right after knowing about what had happened to Henry. He could only

Henry that day. She was unusually quiet these few