Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Ben left the study while the maid quickly followed the former out of the room after serving the juice and desserts.

When the door was closed by Ben, Spencer, who was waiting outside, asked softly, “What’s the situation?”

Ben held in his urge to laugh and replied, “Mr. Robinson asked me to leave them alone. This kid has so much dignity. If only…”

He almost blurted it out. If he didn’t know Robbie was Michael’s son, he could’ve mistaken the child as Zachary’s son instead.

Spencer smiled. “Haha! Of course. Mr. Nacht likes him the most. He’ll be a successful man in the future.”

“I’m so curious. What does he want to tell Mr. Nacht?” Ben was hungry for gossip.

Spencer couldn’t help but sigh. “Most probably the matter regarding his mother. It’s not easy for him. He’s only three years old, but he’s so brave… Hey! What are you doing?”

Ben was pressing his ear against the door to eavesdrop on the conversation inside the room.

do you want to tell me?” Zachary swirled his wine

boyfriend?” Robbie sat on the sofa with his back

as he raised a brow.

say anything. However, she always has an unnatural expression while her eyes lit up when she mentioned you every time. She

of Charlotte being embarrassed surfaced in Zachary’s mind when he listened to Robbie’s description. That woman never hides her emotions.

asked, “You’re the one who moved into the unit upstairs,

he only three years old? I’m only as smart as he is when I was six years

since you moved in, Mommy always prepares another set of breakfast and the quantity of the food is large. Although she is used to giving presents to the neighbors in the past, she put extra care into

a while and said, “Plus, I saw your car and some bodyguards coming in and out of the house, so I

Zachary smiled and poured Robbie a glass of apple juice. “Your Mommy always prepares apple juice

and explained, “Jamie and I like grape juice, but grapes are too expensive, and Mommy seldom buys it, so we drink apple

She

glass of grape

I choose not to eat them. If we can’t afford toys, it’s fine because we don’t need them…” Looking at the grape on the glass, Robbie’s childish voice was laced with bitterness. “We were poor in the past. Although we stayed in a