Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 124

A headache began to brew as multiple thoughts overwhelmed Charlotte’s mind at once. I shouldn’t be thinking about this right now. How I can afford my next meal is more important than men...

She had to figure out a way to earn some quick cash.

A sudden knock at the door snapped her out of her jumbled thoughts. “Miss, you haven’t slept, have you?” Mrs. Berry’s voice resounded from the other side of the door.

“No, I haven’t. Come in, Mrs. Berry,” Charlotte answered promptly.

The door swung open as Mrs. Berry entered with a few papers in her hand. “Miss, the kids will be leaving for the Sunflower Class’ spring trip tomorrow. We’ll have to sign this consent form and invoice, and make the payment at the kindergarten today. Are you going to do this yourself, or should I go instead?”

“You do it, please. My wounds still hurt, I need some more rest...” Charlotte grabbed her phone and was about to transfer money to Mrs. Berry. “How much is it?”

“It’s eight hundred per pax, so the total for all three of them is two thousand four hundred,” Mrs. Berry replied as she handed over the invoice.

Charlotte gaped at the papers before her eyes. What sort of kindergarten is this? Eight hundred per child for a mere school trip? Do they intend to bring the kids on a tour to outer space or something?

“Oh, this reminds me!” Mrs. Berry chirped as she saw the balance in her phone. “I still have a remainder of three thousand from the furniture expenses you gave me last time. I can make the payment with this money first.”

“Did I...?” Charlotte looked up in confusion.

Mrs. Berry didn’t seem to hear her mumble. “I should go to the kindergarten now then. Rest well, Miss. I’ll make dinner once I come back.”

that, she walked away

view. She felt guilty for having given only a thousand to Mrs. Berry

an old shoe rack and a simple bookshelf from the thrift store. She even returned with

did the extra

sold her own jewelry

Berry had been so faithfully looking after her and the children all these years. In addition to delaying the

with this remorse for much longer. She flipped her laptop open

As long as she strived

food delivery

of transport. She no longer had a car, and couldn’t even

is there any other job I

advertisement for a bar singer. Good looks, appealing figure, adept at musical instruments... She scanned through the job requirements eagerly, then saw the last sentence where the salary was stated. Two hundred and eighty

its doors. The bar appeared to be the more sober type of place where customers would go to unwind themselves in the music, have some drinks, socialize

possibly be on the same level as a nightclub as grand and flamboyant as

bars would most

into shady people like the

shot! She quickly wrote

taken piano lessons since young until the highest grade and even won multiple

never thought that she would one day need to

obtain the position before it was snatched up by anyone else, she dialed the