Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Dad wrote you a letter?” Charlotte asked anxiously. “What did he say in it?”

Michael hesitated for a moment before playing it down. “It’s mostly about asking me to protect you…On top of that, he said that if you have not claimed what he left you by meeting with Jeffrey within five years, I should then deliver it to you personally.”

When she heard his words, Charlotte’s heart was in turmoil and filled with complicated emotions.

It never occurred to her that her father would write Michael a letter before he died.

Her father was likely worried about her. If she couldn’t break out of her rut and start a new life in five years, Michael was to come and take care of her.

From what Jeffrey had told her, she was now certain that the box’s contents had nothing to do with her father’s death.

In that case, what did Dad leave me?

“Charlotte…” Michael’s voice interrupted her thoughts. Regaining her senses, she turned toward him. “Thank you, Michael. You should head home now and take good care of yourself.”

“Mmm-hmm. Goodbye.”

After looking longingly at her, Michael turned and left.

silhouette, she felt extremely guilty for involving him

would keep his word and not cause

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!”

out from the private room with Fifi while holding a cake in her hand. “Mommy,

Charlotte bent over to carry Ellie and gave the cake a bite. “It’s

the banana milkshake

his milkshake and fed Charlotte

good. I like it very much.” Charlotte tried

left?” Robbie walked out with an ice cream in his hand, scanning the surroundings. “He likes vanilla ice cream.

him.” Jamie raised his hand, not wanting to

to introduce Fifi to Mr. Brown.” Ellie held Fifi in her hand and raised her eyebrows in

leave first,” Charlotte explained. “Did you thank him for taking care

The three children remarked, “We even invited him to join

to go with you. Why don’t I

“Alright…”

the steak

“Sure!”