Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte arrived at the bar. She put on a mask, performed on stage, and won a massive round of applause again that night.

The audience kept cheering and applauding, and many even gave her tips.

Charlotte profited much from the performance. She had only been here for three days and had already multiplied the turnover of the bar.

Peter decided to increase her appearance fee from two thousand eight hundred to three thousand starting that night.

Charlotte was delighted, but the money was still nothing compared to a hundred million.

During the ten-minute intermission, Charlotte went offstage to drink some water and glanced at a particular corner. He’s not here yet… She could not help feeling disappointed.

“Chris will arrive soon.” Peter read her thoughts. “He will definitely appear in the second half.”

“I’m not waiting for him.” She denied without meaning what she said.

“Haha, don’t pretend in front of me.” Peter smiled. “By the way, you forgot to take your purse with you when you got off work yesterday. I have put it in the cashier’s cabinet for you. Remember to take it before you leave.”

“Thank you. I would’ve forgotten if you hadn’t reminded me. I’m so forgetful.”

She thanked him and continued performing on stage.

nine hundred and ninety-nine red roses onto the

a microphone, Peter announced, “Mr. Broid has reserved the place, and it will be his treat tonight. Let’s drink to

“Bravo, Mr. Broid!”

cheer and applaud, rendering

from outside. He was dressed in trendy

blew a kiss at her and smiled

the piano

easy-going personality that many in the upper

a good playmate, but it will be difficult for him to bear

he is still a child who

he really be a good

women, no matter how fragile and squeamish they were before, can quickly serve the role as

men can rarely

“Got what you want?”

approached Chris while glancing at the stage and

“I’m serious this time.”

be an angel or an evildoer. A

“I rarely see you