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

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

only had T Nation’s ID cards in possession. These cards stopped them from taking planes, riding

words, the chances of leaving Coldbridge and making contact with people

cards? What happened to them?” Mrs. Berry was at sixes and sevens.

“Yes, the Nacht family’.”

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

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

and hastily looked for a

goodness it’s

Berry opened the box and sighed in relief at the

still worried. “What are we gonna

yourself together. Let’s wait till I’m fully recovered.” Charlotte didn’t want to live in this town

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

her last word, Mrs. Berry abruptly drew her hand back in suspicion. “Wait a minute.