Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

After a while, Charlotte struggled to leave the bed and dragged herself towards the door. To her dismay, the door was locked from the other side. She knocked on the heavy door frantically and yelled, “Is there anyone outside? Let me out! Let me out!”

There was dead silence outside the room.

Charlotte twisted the doorknob hard, but to no avail.

She had to give up twisting it and switched to look out of the window. The moment she looked down from the window, she was stunned.

It was indeed a strange building. She was at the height of approximately ten levels from the ground, with concrete walls all around her. Oh no! There isn’t any furniture for me to step on! No chance at all for me to escape from this window!

This looks exactly like a classical castle in fairy tales!

If I dare to jump down from this window, I will surely become shattered pieces!

Looks like I have no chance to survive at all unless my abductors change their minds and release me!

Who was it that locked me up here?

at the various types of sumptuous food served on the crystal dining table — there were dishes of the French Cuisine: foie gras,

held the red wine closer to her nose, and her eyes lit up at the fragrance. This is undoubtedly the limited edition from the winery of F Nation’s Arkfield

is

Is it Sharon?

not her! If she’s the one, I could’ve been beaten up by her. It’s impossible that I can still be unharmed and savor sumptuous

whole room again, trying to

vases at the corner were all invaluable antiques. My goodness! Even a room used to lock up a hostage is of such a high standard. The owner is clearly a dignified and

Who is she?

which could match the secretive woman. She gave up after

at the sumptuous food in front of her, Charlotte had no appetite at all. I’m really worried about my three babies, and Mrs. Berry. I wonder if

searching high and low in the room, Charlotte finally spotted her phone. She was

Card from her phone and slot it back, restarted her phone,

bed in despair, not knowing what she

continued to gaze aimlessly at the oil paintings on the wall,

hard to trace

could come to his senses momentarily before he drifted into unconsciousness

condition. Taylor had cancelled his plan to leave this week right after knowing about what had happened to Henry. He could only stay

witnessing what had happened to Henry that day. She was unusually quiet these few days, waiting for the latest update on