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.

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

truly care for Sir Louis a

an eye on Charlotte’s bedroom. Remember to inform

the

busy masterminding her scheme,

all, it was his first experience. At midnight, he had gotten

sleeping face, besotted with him. She wanted to be one with him forever,

was not the time

the unconscious Charlotte out

heart ached at the sight of the man she loved lying next to another woman. At the same time, she shot a look

she knew her grand plan would be ruined if

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

o’clock in the morning, and the world

of the bedroom and quickly returned to the maid’s room on the first floor. Her heart was fluttering with joy the entire

she returned to her room, a maid, who had woken up to relieve herself, caught

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