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…”

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

and wiped her tears away. “You must stay safe

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

within her when she thought

the

fine,” refused Charlotte quickly. “I don’t want to cause you any

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

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

then…” Michael stopped insisting. “I’ll stay here and watch over you as you go upstairs. If everything’s fine, turn the lights on and off three times. In that

embraced Michael warmly. “Michael, stay

her reluctantly, he reminded, “If you leave Zachary’s side in the future,

“Got it…”

around and walking into the neighborhood

children, not even wanting to wait a

fingerprint and flung it open. To her surprise, two policemen were

was so scared