Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 73

“That’s enough, Amanda…” Simon warned in a low voice. “You shouldn’t speak of Charlotte like that.”

“Why can’t I do that?” the woman scowled, her eyes wide with indignance. “I’m telling the truth, aren’t I? Why do you keep trying to stand up for her?”

“You…”

“Dad, don’t stick your nose into this! Go upstairs first,” Luna said, pushing her father away. “Mom will discipline this wench on behalf of all of us!”

“Who’s the real wench here? Who’s the one who has no shame?” Charlotte challenged. “You know perfectly well what happened four years ago, don’t you? Don’t you dare act stupid!”

“You… What nonsense are you spouting now? What happened four years ago?” Luna asked, looking a little panicked. “It was your foolish idea to go down to Sultry Night and hire a gigolo, and you were the one who made the choice to have his children! Why are you slandering me now?”

“Who was the one who dragged me to Sultry Night? Who was the one who told me to find another man to make Hector jealous so he would go up against his family and marry me? It was you, Luna! You tricked Hector and I into breaking up before turning around and marrying him instead! And you still insist that you had nothing to do with it? What rubbish!”

“Shut up!” Amanda rushed forward and gave Charlotte a slap across the face.

The latter’s head jerked sideways with the force of the slap as blood gashed out of a wound on her lip.

looked down, her eyes glinting with a wave

 

knocked some sense into

her hand to strike

are you doing? Talk things out nicely. Why do you need to resort to

way!” She threw him aside and pointed at Charlotte, her

do something so shameless and disgusting, and now you want to blame it on my daughter? I’ll have you know that I invited you here today so you could face reality—Luna and Hector are already married with kids. If you dare to seduce

Charlotte whispered, gritting her teeth angrily, “I’ll make sure you pay the price

me?” The woman rushed forward to

that moment, an angry roar

guilt washed over her. She wondered if he had

over his face. However, he didn’t make his way over to her—instead, he turned to his driver

sir.” Owen wheeled Charlotte out of the room as instructed and left

to send them

and Hector remained

the

pleaded in a whiny voice, “Hector, you have to believe me.

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