Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Of course!” The maid nodded vigorously in agreement.

“Frankly, I didn’t think Charlotte was worthy of him either in the beginning.” An inexplicable mix of emotions filled Sherlyn as she spoke. “After all, she’s divorced and already had children from her previous marriage. How could she be worthy of being Louis’ wife?”

“Yes, that’s true. Besides, she’s actually two years older than Sir Louis, if I recall correctly,” one of the maids added in a judgmental tone.

“I just feel a little upset whenever I think about this matter,” Sherlyn said with a frown. “I fought with my husband about this back then, but he was right. When you consider the power and influence that the Lindberg family holds, what does it matter that she was once married and already has children?”

Truthfully, Louis could easily find himself a thousand other young ladies if he ever got bored of Charlotte. However, it would be impossible for him to find someone like her, a beautiful woman who hails from a good family and possesses great talents of her own.

“That’s true…” the maids concurred.

I won’t stand in his way.” Sherlyn heaved a sigh. “After all, he’s my only son, and I want him to

truly care for Sir Louis a

now and hurry up. After this, make sure to send someone to keep an eye on Charlotte’s bedroom. Remember to inform

understand,” the maids

mother was busy masterminding her scheme, Louis was

experience. At midnight, he

leaned in his embrace and rained kisses all over his sleeping face, besotted with him. She wanted to be one

it was not

the unconscious

next to another woman. At the same time, she shot a look of

knew her grand plan would be ruined if she acted

further and pinched the latter’s chest and thighs, leaving purple bruises on her delicate skin. Then, she threw the duvet over

o’clock in the morning, and the

in the manor. Diana quietly slipped out of the bedroom and quickly returned to

room, a maid, who had woken up to relieve herself, caught sight of her. She asked casually, “Diana, where did you go? Why are you back

had already thought of an excuse. Feigning a dejected expression, she continued, “You even walked