Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte glanced at Fifi, who was lying on a cushion and sleeping soundly in the cage. If she did not notice the slight heaving of its chest, she would’ve thought that it was dead.

Who fed Fifi alcohol?

An impish face flashed across Charlotte’s mind. Who else can it be other than him?

“We can leave now!” Michael, who had finished changing his clothes, grabbed his car keys and strode out.

“Okay.”

Both of them rushed into the car, which zoomed toward Happy Avenue.

To ensure Michael’s safety, a few bodyguards tailed them in another car.

Neither Charlotte nor Michael spoke throughout the journey. Only after they arrived at the entrance of Happy Avenue did she say, “Michael, I know that it’s really despicable of me to say this, but I have no choice. Let’s not meet anymore.”

She choked up when she spoke, “I can’t drag you down with me, and I don’t want this torment to ensue. Really…”

was extremely reluctant, he decided to concede. “I’m not capable enough to oppose Zachary right now. If I help you, I’ll only make things worse and push you into an even more dire situation. It’s better if I

tears away.

forced out a smile on his face. “Don’t cry. It’s a good thing that you’ve

hope burned within her when

the car door and helped Charlotte out. “I’ll send

quickly. “I don’t want to

a scam?” Michael was still worried. “I must ensure

lot of horrible habits, a good thing about him is that he always speaks

then…” Michael stopped insisting. “I’ll stay here and watch over you as you go upstairs. If everything’s fine, turn

Charlotte embraced Michael

“If you leave Zachary’s side in the future, or if you need my help, you can contact me

“Got it…”

spinning around and walking

meet her children, not even wanting to wait

fingerprint and flung it open. To her surprise, two policemen were standing in the house, both

Charlotte was so scared that she