Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Just as Charlotte wanted to share more about Windt Corporation, she suddenly received a text on her phone. Hector here. I’ll be waiting for you at the parlor!

When she saw the message, her heart skipped a beat.

How did Hector get my number? He even messaged me… Could someone who’s pretending to be Hector trying to lure me over?

Charlotte turned around and looked at where the Sterlings were seated at. Simon, Amanda, and Luna were dining at the table, but Hector wasn’t there.

The number from which the text had been sent was indeed Hector’s. He was still using the same number from before, so Charlotte was rather certain that it was really him who had texted her.

However, she did not wish to be involved with him again.

As such, she replied: You can text me if there’s anything you want to say. It’s not appropriate for us to meet in private.

A reply came shortly after: I need to talk to you face to face. I only need five minutes of your time. Take the exit on your right – you’ll be able to see me there. I won’t leave until you come!

Charlotte felt conflicted when she saw that message. It reminded her of an argument she had with Hector years back. He had said the same thing – that he would wait for her outside her house and would not leave until he saw her.

Back then, she had refused to see him out of spite. It had poured heavily at night. She had assumed that he would have left, but he had waited in the rain the entire night. Because of that, he ran a high fever the next day which developed into pneumonia. He was even hospitalized for one whole month.

her mind. She put down her utensils and

glance at the woman’s phone. A frosty glint flashed in his eyes, and an indecipherable expression appeared on his

out

the latter saw Hector immediately. He was smoking at the end of the corridor and his lonely figure

with Charlotte, Hector looked down and

me

the woman replied and

she saw a white figure flash

let out a shriek before trying desperately

I’ve checked and ensured that there’s no one else around,” the man said in a

retreated a few steps instinctively and crossed her arms in front of her chest in a defensive stance. “Mr. Sterling,

pained. “Could it be that you’ve really

she replied with a frown. “Please remember that you are a

it so much… “ The man downcast his eyes, feeling frustrated. “What happened back then was a mistake. It’s my fault for not protecting you well. Please give me another

as she could hardly believe the

back then had indeed been a mistake, no matter what, it was a fact that he