Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Is he here to visit me?

When Davin saw that Kyle refused to face him, he decided to brew a pot of tea and nag at him slowly.

The moment he exited the room, there was a click and the door was locked.

Davin simply chuckled. I have the spare key, my dear nephew. Lock the door for all I care!

He laughed as he imagined the look on Kyle’s face when he reentered the room holding a pot of tea.

Davin decided to confront Kyle in this manner and felt that he would eventually get through to him.

“Butler, brew me a pot of tea!”

“As you wish, Mr. Seet.”

When he reentered the room, he saw “Kyle” buttoning his shirt.

“What are you doing, Kyle? Are you preparing to strip and go to bed?”

“Uncle, I was simply changing clothes. Then again, I won’t be going out, so I guess it doesn’t matter what I’m wearing.”

Uncle?

mouth agape. He wasn’t this friendly when I last came in here, was he? He looked as though I owed him eighty million earlier

Davin was perplexed.

returned earlier than the two of them expected. Juan had just climbed in from the window and explained his intentions to Kyle. As they exchanged clothes, before he could even button up, they heard footsteps, followed by

escaped from the window while Juan gave Davin the first excuse

could not understand why Davin was staring at him in amazement. We’ve already switched clothes, so

“Uncle, the tea is going to spill. Would you like

me? What happened to him picking a fight with

started

questioned Juan, “Kyle, are

stars and he nodded innocently,

forehead. Nope, no fever.

the dots. That must

“Uncle, what’s wrong?”

Davin

without a trace and he hurriedly dialed

better come back! Something’s up with

“What’s wrong?”