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.

explained the numerous restrictions that came with their local identifications,

her. She rummaged through one of the boxes, looking for

possession. These cards stopped

words, the chances of leaving Coldbridge and making

Mrs. Berry was at sixes and sevens. She nervously asked, “Miss, do you think someone

“Yes, the Nacht family’.”

out what the Nacht family wanted exactly. Why are they so callous? Not only did they send me to an alien country, but they also cut off

it was the Nacht family who took away our identifications?” All of a sudden, a revelation hit Mrs. Berry. “No wonder the bodyguards were

to the other drawer and hastily looked for a small

it’s

box and sighed in relief at the

“What are we gonna do now,

together. Let’s wait till I’m fully recovered.” Charlotte didn’t want to

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

“Wait a minute. This might not be the antidote. What if it’s another of their