Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

The next day at the crack of dawn, Mrs. Berry and Charlotte went looking for phones.

They bought local sim cards together with the phones. Oddly, the vendors have scruples about enabling international calls. He explained that it was due to the identification they had provided.

Mrs. Berry used all the body language she could think of but to no avail.

When Charlotte tried to communicate in English, they only shrugged their shoulders and tilted their heads.

Eventually, they sought help from their neighbor, Arthit. But he, too, said that there was nothing he could do, and there was no way they could contact their family back home.

Charlotte finally realized that if the Nacht family had trudged their way to send her here, they’d definitely cut off any possible means for her to make contact with her children.

came with their local identifications, which the Nacht family

home as a thought struck her. She rummaged through one of the boxes, looking for her passport, but it was gone, and so was her C Nation

now, she and Mrs. Berry only had T Nation’s ID cards in possession. These cards

the chances of leaving Coldbridge and making

And our ID cards? What happened to them?” Mrs. Berry was at sixes and sevens. She nervously asked, “Miss, do you think someone broke

“Yes, the Nacht family’.”

exactly. Why are they so callous? Not only did they send me to an alien country, but they also cut off all possible connections between the children and me.

who took away our identifications?” All of a sudden, a

and hastily looked

it’s

at the sight of the letters and a black

“What

fully recovered.” Charlotte didn’t want to live in this town

then popped back into the room and came out with a small silver box in her hands. “Spencer gave me these. They are the antidote. Here, have a

minute. This might not be the antidote.