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?”

anxious all of a sudden. She whispered and asked, “What

her!” Charlotte stuffed the first-aid kit behind the partition and told Olivia to stay put until her

to?” When Ms. Goldstein saw Charlotte, she thought the woman in

the performer’s wounds, she noticed the woman in front of her wasn’t

Ms. Goldstein

to the stage now.” Charlotte strode over to the banquet hall before Ms. Goldstein

yelled, “W-Who are you?

performance, Charlotte walked up the stage with the sheet

once again. She left the

and started running her fingers

impressed by the classic piece and turned around

was woven with such beauty as she ran her fingers lightly

of the banquet were bigshots of the upper echelon. As they spent most of their time listening to

thought they wouldn’t be surprised since the banquet had invited a bunch of students from several institutions to perform on stage. However, they were thrilled by the pleasant surprise of the world-grade performance that came out of the

the guests approached Ms. Goldstein and asked, “May I know the

she returned to her senses, she inquired, “E-Er… S-She’s a student from a local institution… What do you think

a world-class performance!” The guest