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…”

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

and wiped her tears

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

burned within her when she thought of her

car arrived at Happy Avenue. Michael opened the car door

fine,” refused Charlotte quickly. “I don’t

it’s a scam?” Michael was still worried. “I

a lot of horrible habits, a good thing about him is that he always speaks the truth. If he

If everything’s fine, turn the lights on and off three times. In that case,

Michael warmly. “Michael,

at her reluctantly, he reminded, “If you leave Zachary’s side in the future, or if you need my help, you

“Got it…”

around and walking into the neighborhood briskly. Soon, she broke out into

to meet her children, not even wanting to

quickly unlocked the door with her fingerprint and flung it open. To her

so