Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Take it easy. I don’t think he saw her face.” Taylor tried to calm Henry down.

Spencer held his phone and reported, “Mr. Nacht, I’ve asked Ben, and he said that Mr. Lindberg did talk to Mr. Zachary in the car that day. The windows were slightly rolled down, but it’s improbable that he saw Ms. Windt.

“However, at the wedding reception, Mr. Lindberg was hiding in the shadows. I’m not sure if he saw her. Well, even if he did, with the distance and the bustling crowd, I supposed he could only see her silhouette.”

“Whichever the case is, we need to fix this.” Henry’s brows knitted tighter. “My plan was to give her an identity and then announce her death in a few months’ time. That would’ve solved the problem. Now, we need someone to pass off as her to wipe out any speck of suspicion.”

“Huh?” Spencer’s blood ran cold. “But Mr. Zachary would never agree to it.”

“It’s not up to him now!” Henry blustered.

Spencer dipped his head low and held his tongue.

Henry uttered out of the blue. “I’ve seen her before. She’s pretty and tender-hearted. Besides, she does have some resemblances to

Taylor’s eyes widened as he

be the

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jolted awake from her nightmare at the sound of

and wrapped herself around Charlotte. “It’s just a nightmare, Miss. Don’t worry. Everything’s okay,”

that I was dead. Some girl morphed my face into hers and married Zachary. The children even were calling

silly. How’s that even possible? It’s just a bad dream. Calm down. Now, let me get you some water.” Mrs. Berry kept

swinging shadows from the trees sent tingling chills down her spine. She squeezed her

“Shhh, it’s alright now. Once the sun rises, we’ll go get a phone and give

at the thought of her children. After a few gulps of water, she

her into bed, and as she was just about