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.”

She looked nervous and might even be a

turned to a pleasant surprise as she blurted, “Charlotte? You’re the master they

informed Charlotte as she turned to Olivia. The former’s gaze instinctively turned warmer as she asked, “Are you okay? They didn’t make things

lock Kristi and I in a villa. He didn’t let us go until last night,” replied Olivia as she stared uneasily at Charlotte

Do I not look like myself?” asked Charlotte with

way you speak, and the glow in your eyes

I like?” asked Charlotte

lively and would laugh and cry freely. Your eyes 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 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 up and helped

Charlotte. She was genuinely curious about

on-stage,” 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

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

story and asked carefully, “Do you really not remember any

worked at Sultry Night? No wonder the place seemed familiar