Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“I can play it. I play the best melodies, Aunt Charlotte,” shared Beta as she sniffed and spoke with a straight face on.

“Uh…”

“She’s basically telling you to not mess around,” said the girl who was at her desk. She never even looked at Charlotte before she greeted, “I’m Gamma, Aunt Charlotte.”

“Hi!”

Charlotte couldn’t help chuckling. The kids’ names are too comical to forget.

That being said, they really are cute. They look a little like Ellie when she was younger. The only difference is that they have naturally thick and curly hair. Also, they’re mixed-blood kids, so they as adorable as a doll.

“Those are just their nicknames. Their legal names have yet to be decided,” explained Sean.

“Where’s their mom?” asked Charlotte while keeping her voice down.

“That… is a long story,” replied Sean, who seemed to have a little trouble explaining anything. He changed the topic by saying, “Let’s not talk about this for now. The private jet is ready, and Mr. Lindberg asked me to take all of you to the airport at one o’clock. The kids will be counting on you. Please take care of them.”

“What’s going on?” asked Charlotte in confusion, “It’s already twelve o’clock. Yet, we have to depart at one o’clock?”

things up quickly. Mr. Lindberg will

back?” asked

watch and added, “He’ll reach in ten

everything and get the travel documents ready. She even got them to

to prepare

she sat on the sofa to chat with

sweeter and more talkative. She crawled into Charlotte’s

piano while Gamma was by the desk and scribbling

Charlotte Lindberg.

When he saw the kids, his usually calm and unreadable expression turned a

“Daddy!”

kids dashed over to Danrique as soon

was holding a newly opened pack of yoghurt at the time. She had only taken a few steps before Splat! She fell onto the floor and got the yogurt to splatter all over her face. The naughty

music sheet she had with her ended up slapping her father’s handsome

sitting by the desk. She had her pen with her and was holding a ball of documents as she ran over. She was about

frowned

the proposal for a project valued at over