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…”

Although Michael was extremely reluctant, he decided to concede. “I’m not capable enough to oppose Zachary right now. If I help you, I’ll

and wiped her tears away. “You must stay safe and take

“Don’t cry. It’s a good thing that you’ve

Renewed hope burned within her when she thought of her

the car door and helped Charlotte

don’t want to cause

was still worried. “I must ensure you and

a good thing about him is that he always speaks the truth. If he says that my children are

and watch over you as you go upstairs. If everything’s fine, turn the lights on and

Michael

in the future, or if you need my

“Got it…”

him a lingering glance before spinning around and walking into the neighborhood briskly. Soon, she broke

desperately wanted to meet her children, not even

lift, she quickly unlocked the door with her fingerprint and flung it open. To her surprise, two policemen were standing in the house,

so