Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

“Don’t worry. I can assure you, the dukedom is going to be Levant’s. You’ll be the next Lady Musgrave. No one is going to take that away from you.”

Daphne hesitated. She glanced around anxiously before whispering, “Aunt Portia, I heard Uncle Stephen has a daughter. Will she—”

“That’s just a rumor.”

“What if that daughter does exist? What if she returns? She’s Uncle Stephen’s daughter. Will Levant and I end up with nothing?”

“Don’t worry. If that daughter exists, Levant will get rid of her. After all, all he wants is to be the next duke, right? He won’t give the title up easily.”

Aunt Portia’s right, thought Daphne. Levant won’t give up on the dukedom.

“I hope I’ve worried for nothing.”

Portia took Daphne’s hand and comforted her. “Daphne, I’ve always treated you as my daughter. I didn’t give birth to Levant, so I need to be cautious around him. The only way to be Lady Musgrave is to make him fall for you, do you understand?”

“Aunt Portia, I understand. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

“Alright then. I trust you.”

“ shall leave now. I’m going to prepare some snacks for Levant.”

Ms. Lane

it,” Daphne answered with a smile as a ferocious

die. I’ll clear all obstacles blocking

Musgrave

a stroll in the garden. She couldn’t wait to bump into

where she learnt

might be

her stroll when

a blow landed on her and she

picked her up and

who was upstairs had witnessed

perplexity. Why would someone kidnap her

can’t believe something like this is

the

back to Daphne’s

“Ms. Ankins, it’s done.”

Wake her up by splashing water on her. Don’t forget to stuff her mouth lest she shouts

“Got it.”

gained consciousness after a pail of

eyes fluttered open, another pail of water was poured down over her