Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Obviously.” Zachary gave her a sympathetic look. “Your father was someone exceptional and yet you didn’t inherit any of his capabilities. How can you not know something as simple as that?”

“I’ll get to the bottom of this…”

Charlotte clenched her fists. Having been cheated of the money aside, Charlotte suspected that there might have been a conspiracy against her dad.

“Good luck.” Zachary stood up to leave.

“Hey!” Charlotte called out to him, “Can’t you help me with this?”“Since you’re not mine, why should I help you?” Zachary coolly replied. “If you were, I would definitely resolve it for you, no matter what it takes.”

“Sheesh!” Charlotte rolled her eyes at him. “I’ll just look for a lawyer myself.”

“Up to you.” Zachary turned to leave. Without looking back, he remarked, “After all, at nine-thirty tomorrow, you will be mine anyway if you can’t produce the necklace.”

Only then did Charlotte remember the debt repayment agreement and the deadline was nine-thirty at night.

What am I to do? The necklace has been taken by Luna to Arkfield. I definitely can’t get it back.

in her bed and couldn’t sleep. One moment, she would think about the Delivery from Hell.

as if her brain was

she reminded herself to stop overthinking and to take things

Charlotte could finally get some sleep. However, her phone suddenly rang and she answered

going to divorce me just

her eyes, she heard a furious voice cursing and swearing away. For a while, she didn’t realize what was going

me your necklace as collateral. And yet, you play the victim card in front of my husband? He has just called me and ordered me

“Let me explain.”

Amanda’s voice berating her

and white. You signed it in front of the teachers and we didn’t force you to

victim, you have the vilest heart of all. I’m warning you, don’t

and retorted, “We agreed to exchange the bracelet with the necklace

will go wherever you want. How

and provoked her on purpose. “Hector has asked me to meet him tonight. We will reminisce about the

“You, how dare…”