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…”

decided to concede. “I’m not capable enough to oppose Zachary right now. If I help you, I’ll only make things worse and

her tears away.

smile on his face. “Don’t

hope burned within her when

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

don’t want to cause you any

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

a good thing about him is that he always speaks the truth.

everything’s fine, turn the lights on

Charlotte embraced Michael

leave Zachary’s side in

“Got it…”

walking into the neighborhood briskly. Soon, she broke out

desperately wanted to meet her children, not even wanting

exiting the lift, she quickly unlocked the door with her fingerprint and flung it open. To her

was so