Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte closed the door and put on the white-laced dress the woman passed her without further ado.

Although the woman wasn’t a match for Charlotte in terms of figures, they were of the same height. Therefore, Charlotte could easily put on the dress.

However, the initially simple-looking dress morphed into an elegant-looking gown as soon as Charlotte put it on.

To prevent others from recognizing her, Charlotte found a piece of white-laced cloth and made it into a face veil to go along with the dress. Her glistering eyes were the only facial feature that was visible to the public.

“That’s a brilliant idea! I don’t think they can tell the difference now!” The woman exclaimed in excitement.

“I want you to stay here and wait for me, okay? I’ll return to you once I’m done with the performance.” Charlotte urged the injured woman to take care of herself and handed over the purse she had to her. “Please take care of these on my behalf.”

“Okay!” The woman nodded vigorously because she was thrilled. “Miss, what’s your name? I’m a student at H City Music Academy. My name is Olivia, Olivia Peyton.”

“My name is Charlotte.” As Charlotte introduced herself, they heard the sound of someone knocking on the door. A few seconds later, Ms. Goldstein’s deadpan voice could be heard. “Why have you locked the door, Olivia? Are you sure you’re giving up on such a rare opportunity?”

She whispered and asked, “What should

stuffed the first-aid kit behind the partition and told Olivia to stay put until

woman in front of her was Olivia. “What’s going on with the face veil? What

wounds, she noticed the woman in front of her wasn’t injured at all. However, she

Ms. Goldstein

Charlotte strode over to the banquet

woman went after her and yelled, “W-Who are you? You better don’t mess up the

Charlotte walked up the stage with the

on once again. She left the stage and stomped her feet

took her seat and started running her fingers across the

banquet were impressed by the classic piece and turned around

the legato music was woven with such beauty as she ran her fingers lightly over the keys, bestowing the classical piece

they spent most of their

perform on

and asked, “May I know the name of

seconds. Shortly after she returned to her senses, she inquired, “E-Er… S-She’s a student

be frank, this is a world-class performance!” The guest couldn’t help but exclaim because he