Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

As Charlotte was leaving Zachary’s room for lunch, she ran into Cynthia, who was holding a first aid kit in her hands.

The unexpected coincidence made Cynthia fret. Frantically, she stepped aside to make way for Charlotte.

The latter took a quick glance at her, then walked past her.

Cynthia was so anxious that she waited until Charlotte had gone downstairs before she lifted her head to look at her.

An indescribable feeling of hatred and jealousy crept up on her as she gazed at Charlotte’s back.

Charlotte over to the dining table. Waving at her, she exclaimed, “I

table, Charlotte was delighted to see her favorite food and

for two long years.” Mrs. Rawlston doted on Charlotte like a close family member. Her gaze was warm and friendly. “I remember every single dish that you love and the tea that you like. I also remember that you enjoy sitting by the

Rawlston.” Charlotte was deeply

a stupid and incompetent coward. Now that I realize how well these senior housekeepers have been treating me, it suddenly dawns on me that my former self wasn’t so bad after

placed a napkin on Charlotte’s lap. “Robbie and Jamie couldn’t wait any longer, so they have both

Charlotte

carefully, “Ms. Windt…” She faltered before adding, “Where’s Mrs. Berry? Did she

hearing that familiar name. The silver spoon fell off

I say something wrong? Please don’t mind me asking about Mrs. Berry. We became really good friends during her stay here. I’ve been missing her so much these two years. So, I just wanted to know how

Berry has passed on,” lowering her head,

“What happened? She was perfectly fine when

her. In a quavering

Rawlston was shocked to the core. As tears streamed down her face, her heart sank. “What about you, Ms. Windt? How did you get through the two

Charlotte had