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.

hushed whisper,

outrageous back then that she managed to anger her own father to death! How does she have the guts to show up here now? If I were her, I would’ve escaped to

quiet! Don’t

like that, it’s

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

was a relative caring

well. Thanks for asking,

she could see

years, earning himself a reputation for being loyal and hardworking. Because he was mild-mannered by nature and lacked any opinions of his own, his wife ordered

never had his big break in his career. Instead, he followed Richard around as

had hidden himself at home after her father died, refusing to show up at

you, anyway? Why are you in

“It’s just a little injury—nothing to be

“Where are you living now? Why don’t you move back

up the guest room. Charlotte, you can move back in with your child whenever you want to. I’ll go with Simon to help you move

What child?” Her husband was evidently in the dark about the

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

a troubled