Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

With Maya’s Hammer to aid her, Maya doubted that anyone would make fun of her behind her back now.

Juan and Kyle looked at her disapprovingly. “Don’t you use it to hit people for real!” They warned, “Or they might get hurt. Even worse, they could end up in the hospital with life-threatening injuries.”

Maya glanced at them before stealing a quick glance in the direction of Nina’s room. With a small laugh, she tore off a piece of the hammer in her hand and stuffed it into her mouth.

“What the—”

The hammer was made of bread!

How did it look so much like the real thing? This was quite amazing.

“Maya, where did you get this from?”

Maya looked at them mysteriously and said in a low voice, “Daddy gave this to me! Don’t the both of you dare tell Nina about this! He even gave me a few more.”

Daddy?

Hmm…Daddy seemed to be a little biased.

Well—at least this would stop Nina from riling up her sister with those offending comments again in the near future.

Nicole prepared an entire table of delicious dishes. The four children gobbled up the food like starved baby wolves.

“Mommy, you make the best food! The food they make at the Musgrave Estate tastes pretty bland to me.”

“If you like my cooking so much, Mommy will cook for you every day.”

children nodded

went back to help Uncle Davin with his work. She would have enjoyed your cooking if she were

laughed silently to herself. Going back to help

she had returned to keep a closer eye

was probably afraid that Davin might start flirting

returned. Both Davin and the Seet Group

the four children started to roll

their props to the wall surrounding Daphne’s property,

Juan’s hand and asked anxiously, “Juan, do

transmitter has a voice-altering function. Even if Mommy and Daddy were to listen to this, they wouldn’t be able to

tongue, feeling a little

woman realized that it was Maya’s voice cursing her out,

to watch

and snuck into the courtyard, as quiet as a mouse. He spotted an inconspicuous location and hid

children and gave them a thumbs-up sign to signal that all had

the ‘on’ switch on the

was sitting in her room,

the little beastlings had promised to

clock. It was

wretched Nicole into a sack as well, that would be

to discipline that family of losers and take her rage out on

on her face. Just as she raised her teacup to her lips, she suddenly heard someone calling her

had heard wrongly. The voice belonged to that of a middle-aged woman, but aside from Lady Musgrave, there wasn’t another woman in the estate who dared to address her

it and took another sip from