Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

The woman cleared her throat. Since Maya had called her ‘pretty miss,’ she decided to buy her more food.

“Let’s go, little glutton. Once you’re done with the drumsticks, you have to tell me your parents’ phone numbers. We need to call them to pick you up soon.”

Maya blinked her large eyes, stunned momentarily. I don’t remember their phone numbers. What do I do?

Maybe I should pretend to be dumb.

Juan told me to do that whenever Ms. Patty asks me questions I can’t answer.

Seeing that Maya nodded obediently, the woman brought her into a hamburger store. She then ordered two drumsticks and a mango-flavored milk tea for the girl.

Maya dangled her legs happily as she chomped down her food.

“Why don’t you tell me what their numbers are? Then I can call your mommy. When you’re done, she will be here to pick you up.”

Maya wrapped her plump hands around the cup of warm milk tea. A string of numbers bombarded her brain, and she did not know which numbers to tell her.

“Come on.”

The woman waited for her response eagerly.

After moments of contemplation, Maya spouted out a string of random numbers.

“Is this a phone number?”

brows and reached out

with a

amiss, she tried to persuade Maya to tell her the actual phone number. She even told the girl that she would be rewarded with a large

at a loss for words when she heard the woman’s phone ring. The woman glanced at

was silent at the

“Did you say Davin?”

his leg. It’s not a

doing at Rose

then said

the call was ended, Maya gazed

to live in Rose Garden. I

hearing her words, the way the woman

lives in

the Seets;

she one of the

you really live in Rose Garden? Do you

“Yes. He’s Uncle Davin.”

Maya nodded fervently.

gave the girl a once-over. It makes sense. The girl’s so plump because the Seet

Digging out her

if you’ll beg

at his cast when his phone suddenly rang. The moment he saw the caller ID, he

“What?”