Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Spencer returned to Southridge as he stood by the entrance with a cane in hand.

Spencer had aged greatly in a month as he couldn’t accept Henry’s death. He now looked like an old man with white hair.

Even the way he held the cane had somewhat resembled Mr. Nacht.

“Mr. Spencer!” Jamie got off the car and ran towards Spencer.

The kids had treated Spencer as their Great-grandpa ever since Henry’s death. They shared the respect and dependency they had for Henry with Spencer.

“Hello, Jamie.” Spencer bent over to hug Jamie and patted him on his back. “I’m so glad to see you.”

me too.” Jamie giggled. “Are

head. “It’s

he held the nurse’s hand and

Spencer. He

quickly lowered their heads

also kept quiet and looked

like I’m an

warmly

him and smiled. “I’ve prepared some tea in my study room while waiting. Would you

mind

tea as he entered the villa side by side with Spencer.

sat on the sofa. As he instinctively reached out for a glass of wine, Spencer stopped him. “You

froze in

hand and the

those rascals, Mr. Spencer,” Zachary explained. “I assure

to no good from the start. Yet,

had known that you were poisoned, he would have regretted

So, there’s no point talking