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.

treated everyone with kindness and tolerance. He was an honest businessman with high moral character. Instead of being manipulative and taking advantage of others, he would rather sustain

everyone’s eyes, he was a charitable person with

great person did not get to live long.

here, enduring the everlasting loneliness and harsh weather

how an upright man like her father could

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

the passcode——her mother’s date of birth.

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

red wooden box out of

envelope, a photo album, and a silver document file came

carefully. Her heart skipped a beat

upright personality. He was the best example of a respectable

sense haste

her father was desperate as he wrote 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

along with anxiety and extreme

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