Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

In Northridge.

Charlotte had a comfortable white gown on. Her beautiful face shone with serenity as she rested lazily on the sofa with a tablet in her hand. She was reading up on the triplets.

She had been reading for hours and was re-reading every word. Every photo, every video, every alphabet… She examined them endlessly, without missing anything.

Time flashed by, and dawn soon came.

Charlotte hadn’t slept the entire night. She looked calm, but her eyes shone with immense confusion and contradiction.

“Olivia is here, Ms. Lindberg,” announced Lupine, who had personally brought Olivia over.

Charlotte finally shifted her gaze from the tablet and sat up straight before she instructed, “Invite her over.”

“Understood.”

fearfully. She looked nervous and might even be a little

stunned when she first saw Charlotte. Then, the anxiety in the former’s eyes turned to a pleasant surprise as she blurted, “Charlotte?

hurt you,” informed Charlotte as she turned to Olivia. The former’s gaze instinctively turned

make things difficult for me, but he did lock Kristi and I in a villa. He didn’t let us go until last night,” replied Olivia as she stared uneasily at

look like myself?” asked Charlotte with a

yourself, but your aura, the way you speak, and the glow in your eyes are

I like?” asked Charlotte

always have a youthful glow,” answered Olivia, who couldn’t help grinning when she spoke about Charlotte’s past. She added, “We met at a

asked Charlotte. She

replied Olivia as she recalled their past. Her voice was filled with appreciation when she informed, “That is how I got my job in the first place, and that was the turning point of my life. Unfortunately, my hand hadn’t recovered, so I couldn’t play the piano. I had to work in Sultry Night

you again at the metro. You didn’t have a job at the time, and you were having a hard time making ends meet. Hence, you asked me to help you find a job, so I got you a gig for playing the piano. Something happened after

paused at that part of the story and asked carefully, “Do

actually worked at Sultry Night? No wonder the place seemed familiar to me,” murmured Charlotte before she continued asking, “What