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?

on the crystal dining table — there

This is undoubtedly the limited edition from the

is obviously

Is it Sharon?

could’ve been beaten up by her. It’s impossible

the whole room

My goodness! Even a room used to lock up a hostage is of such a high standard. The owner is

Who is she?

any name in her mind which could match the secretive woman. She gave up after quite a while, accepting the fact that she

sumptuous food in front of her, Charlotte had no appetite at all. I’m really worried about my three babies, and

Charlotte finally spotted her phone. She was ecstatic

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slumped onto the bed in despair, not knowing what

continued to gaze aimlessly at the oil paintings on the wall,

still trying hard to trace

could come to his senses momentarily before he drifted into unconsciousness again. The Nacht

his plan to leave this week right after knowing about what had happened to Henry. He

witnessing what had happened to Henry that day. She was unusually