Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 251

Charlotte searched with the GPS of her phone. The mausoleum was approximately less than eighty kilometers from her home.

“You’re paying Mr. Windt a visit? Today is neither All Souls’ Day nor his death anniversary.” Mrs. Berry asked with a grim look on her face, “Did something happen?”

“Don’t worry, nothing happened. I just miss him so much, that’s why I’m thinking of paying him a visit.” Charlotte was sorrowful. “I’m a bit lost as too many incidents have occurred recently. After visiting him later, I might just be inspired to walk a new path.”

“It sounds fine.” Mrs. Berry’s eyes started to well up as she nodded and said, “Help me send my regards to Mr. Windt.”

Charlotte forced a smile; she then choked up and could barely utter any words.

Charlotte bought a small pot of her father’s favorite Alocasia and took a cab to Oakhill Mausoleum.

By the time she reached the mausoleum, it was already nightfall. The drizzle formed a veil of desolation and melancholy over the serene mausoleum.

Standing in front of her father’s grave and gazing longingly at his picture, Charlotte’s heart was filled with grief…

In her memory, her father was a kind and easy-going person who could mingle well with people of all ages. His warm smile was contagious and soothing.

and tolerance. He was an honest businessman with high moral character. Instead of

eyes, he was a charitable person with a noble

not get to live long. He met

enduring the everlasting loneliness and harsh weather

in her chest thinking about how an upright man like her father could be treated so unfairly in

of Alocasia in front of her father’s grave. After bowing at him to pay her respect, she went to the

her father’s safe was located, she opened it with the passcode——her mother’s date of birth. As expected, her father’s red wooden box was in the

spent with her father as snippets of the unforgettable memory flashed across her mind like a series

wooden box out of the safe and unlocked

a photo album, and a silver document

opened up the envelope carefully. Her heart skipped a beat at

his upright personality. He was the best example of a respectable

sense haste amid his

letter to her. Apparently, he felt that he was at risk and could foresee his tragic end, so he struggled to have the letter written before he breathed his last

for her, along

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