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.”

nervous and

Charlotte. Then, the anxiety in the former’s eyes turned to a pleasant surprise as she blurted, “Charlotte? You’re the master they are talking

need to be scared. No one will hurt you,” informed Charlotte as she turned to Olivia. The former’s gaze instinctively turned warmer as she asked, “Are you okay? They didn’t make

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 Charlotte before testing the waters and asking,

I not look like myself?” asked

look exactly like yourself, but your aura, the way you speak, and the glow

like?”

added, “We met at a party. I was bullied at the time. My boss wanted to force me to perform on stage even though my hand was injured. You stepped

She was genuinely

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

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 that, and you couldn’t play the piano anymore, so you went to Sultry Night to work

paused at that part of the story and asked carefully, “Do you really not remember

Sultry Night? No wonder the place seemed familiar