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?”

and have your people pack things up quickly. Mr. Lindberg will explain the situation to

will Danrique be back?” asked Charlotte while

his watch

get the travel documents ready. She even got them to inform Robbie and Ellie

rushed to

had some time to kill, so she sat on the sofa to chat with the three

was sweeter and more talkative. She crawled into Charlotte’s arms and chatted

hand, was playing with the piano while Gamma was by the desk

Charlotte Lindberg.

over quickly and flung the door to the study room open. When he saw the kids, his usually calm and unreadable

“Daddy!”

over to Danrique as

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 kid licked the

into Danrique’s arms. The music sheet she had with her ended

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

away from her immediately. He frowned and scolded a little, “Why did

the proposal for a