Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“You silly child, I’m trying to stand up for you!” Amanda pulled Luna closer to her and said in a low voice, “It took you so much effort to marry into the Sterling family and produce a son for Hector. How could I let someone else destroy this happiness for you when you didn’t come by it so easily in the first place?”

“Mom, do you mean…”

“Tonight, I’m going to force Charlotte to face reality. Someone has to teach her to know when to back off.” Amanda laughed coldly. “Just you wait and see!”

“You love me the most, Mom.” Luna threw her arms around Amanda and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Mom, do you know that Hector has been treating me coldly ever since he returned from Charlotte’s place? My head hurts from thinking about it…”

“As long as you don’t speak up directly about this, your relationship with Hector will not be harmed.” Amanda patted her hand and continued, “Just continue playing your role as the good-hearted young mistress of this family. As for everything else, Mom will sort it out for you.”

“Alright,” Luna said, nodding her head, “I’ll do just that.”

“Let’s go in first. Where’s Timothy?”

“He fell asleep in the car.”

As Owen pushed Charlotte into the villa in her wheelchair, everyone in the room turned to look at her.

The older ones in the room recognized her immediately. Exchanging scandalized looks with each other, they put their heads together and started murmuring anxiously.

asked in a hushed whisper, “Why is

managed to anger her own father to death! How does she have the guts to show

quiet! Don’t

about this? If she could do something like that, it’s

over and greeted her enthusiastically. “We finally meet. I’ve been looking for you all these years. Have you

he was a relative caring for

been well. Thanks for asking,

blandly, wishing that she could see what was going on in

her father all these years, earning himself a reputation for being loyal and hardworking. Because

his big break in his career. Instead, he followed Richard around as his loyal retainer—one that was

why Simon had hidden himself at home after

you, anyway? Why are you in a wheelchair?”

Charlotte said, nodding her head. “It’s just

“Where are you living now? Why don’t you move back here to live with the rest of us? Amanda and I can take care

them. “I’ve already told the servants to clean up the guest room. Charlotte, you can move back in with your child

evidently in the dark about the whole

else who had been watching this exchange quietly widened their eyes in shock and started

have an awful memory!” Amanda patted her head and said in a troubled voice. “Simon,