Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

The next day at the crack of dawn, Mrs. Berry and Charlotte went looking for phones.

They bought local sim cards together with the phones. Oddly, the vendors have scruples about enabling international calls. He explained that it was due to the identification they had provided.

Mrs. Berry used all the body language she could think of but to no avail.

When Charlotte tried to communicate in English, they only shrugged their shoulders and tilted their heads.

Eventually, they sought help from their neighbor, Arthit. But he, too, said that there was nothing he could do, and there was no way they could contact their family back home.

Charlotte finally realized that if the Nacht family had trudged their way to send her here, they’d definitely cut off any possible means for her to make contact with her children.

That explained the numerous restrictions that came with their local identifications, which the Nacht family obtained for them.

All of a sudden, Charlotte ran back home as a thought struck her. She rummaged through one of the boxes, looking for her passport, but it was gone, and so was her C Nation ID card.

Right now, she and Mrs. Berry only had T Nation’s ID cards in possession. These cards stopped them from taking planes, riding trains, and making international calls.

and making contact with people

cards? What happened to them?” Mrs. Berry was at sixes and sevens. She nervously asked,

“Yes, the Nacht family’.”

did they send me to an alien country, but they also cut off all possible connections between the children and

of a sudden, a revelation hit Mrs. Berry. “No wonder the bodyguards were holding

other drawer and hastily looked for a small box

it’s

in relief at the sight of the letters and a

“What

I’m fully recovered.” Charlotte didn’t want to live in this town

out with a small silver box in her

Mrs. Berry abruptly drew her hand back in suspicion. “Wait a minute. This might not be the antidote. What if

wanted to kill us, we wouldn’t be alive

seized