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.

with their local identifications, which the Nacht

Charlotte ran back home as a thought struck her. She rummaged through one of the boxes, looking for her passport,

Mrs. Berry only had T Nation’s ID cards in possession. These

chances of leaving Coldbridge and making contact with people outside

to them?” Mrs. Berry was at sixes and sevens. She nervously asked, “Miss, do you

“Yes, the Nacht family’.”

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

a sudden, a revelation hit Mrs. Berry. “No wonder the bodyguards were holding onto our luggage the

turned to the other drawer and hastily looked for a small box given to Charlotte

goodness it’s still

Berry opened the box and sighed in relief at the sight of the letters

was still worried. “What are we gonna do now,

I’m fully recovered.” Charlotte didn’t want

a small silver box in her hands. “Spencer gave me these. They

her last word, Mrs. Berry abruptly drew her hand back in suspicion. “Wait a minute. This might not be the antidote.