Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“H-How dare you hit Ms. Windt?”

Mrs. Berry was livid, grabbing the thermos in front of her and throwing it at Sharon.

Although Sharon successfully dodged it, her body wasn’t spared from the hot soup inside. Her shrieks instantly reverberated through the room as the soup scalded her. With a pained and outraged expression, she roared, “You damned old lady! How dare you?”

“What? I was just doing your parents a favor by teaching their uncultured daughter a lesson.”

Mrs. Berry got down from the bed and helped Charlotte up.“Boys!” Sharon pointed at Mrs. Berry with an unrelenting gaze as she ordered, “Take her down.”

Two bodyguards walked in and were about to tackle Mrs. Berry.

Charlotte quickly stood in front Mrs. Berry, shielding her. “Don’t you dare lay a finger on her!”

“What if I want to?” Sharon rushed forward and shoved Mrs. Berry hard.

Mrs. Berry was knocked against the bed and fell to the ground, causing the IV needle on the back of her hand to pierce deeper into her flesh, instantly drawing blood.

Seeing this, Charlotte flew into a rage and landed a hard slap on Sharon’s cheek.

The crisp sound echoed through the room.

couldn’t recover from her shock. To be precise, she had never expected Charlotte to be so bold as

handprint immediately formed on

dare you hit me?” Sharon’s eyes went wide with fury as she screamed hysterically, “I’m gonna

that, she lunged at

Mrs. Berry rushed over to protect

Mrs. Berry away, but the latter used

Charlotte stepped forward to help Mrs.

without a fight, Charlotte unsheathed

swiftly restrained Charlotte,

her arm and was about to slap

An angry roar pierced through

looked back, gasping

go,”

grip and stepped to a

hurried over to

wound on the back of Mrs. Berry’s hand. The

it was like a sharp blade driving into her heart. As she held Mrs. Berry’s hand, her entire

Taylor’s

“Daddy…”

get out!” Taylor shot

resentment, Sharon pointed at Charlotte and gritted