Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Nicole thought about it for a second before replying, “It’s getting late. Good night.”

She hung up after that.

Sheila looked at her phone and then glanced at the two men. “She hung up on me. I don’t know if she’s willing to help us.”

John sighed. “Looks like she still refuses to trust Mr. Seet…”

“If she’s unwilling to help, then it’ll be down to the three of us to figure out a plan then,” Davin said with a frown.

Sheila stood up all of a sudden. “I’m going to the Wicked Palace. I have to see her and convince her!”

“I’ll go with you,” Davin said, he was worried for her safety.

“There is no need,” Sheila said. “Levant will definitely send someone to track you down. I’ll go there myself.”

nodded. “I think Ms. Muir should go alone on the pretense of bidding her farewell. Bringing you along would only raise

turned to Sheila and said, “I need you to cut back on the coaxing and just tell her a story. If she

What story?” Sheila asked, raising

get to finish…” John

The next day.

latter’s face was rather pale, she told her to take care of herself before

going to like this, but I need you to listen

stared at her wordlessly, waiting for her

with the urn that supposedly contained your ashes in his arms, right?” Sheila started. “Would you like to know

bare hands, ignoring the mud and grime that coated his arms as though his germaphobia never existed. When he finally dug the urn out, he held it close to his body, fearing that the rain would mar its surface. The elders from the Seet family had tried to stop him from bringing the urn back home, but he refused to obey their orders. He wanted to keep the urn

beloved grandfather, and you

ghastly shade of white. Her fingers dug into

deep breath. “If this isn’t true love, then I don’t know what is. Maybe the two of you are just not fated

done with my story, but I still have a question for you. How