Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

After speaking, she glanced at Sylphiette and turned to walk to the rear house.

“You…”

If she were not at Evan’s place, where she had to put up an act, she would have walked over and given Nicole a hard slap in the face.

I’ll get back at her for this!

When Nicole falls into my hands, I must give her several slaps in the face!

“I’ll then beat your disgusting face to a pulp!”

As soon as she finished cursing under her breath, she heard Evan cough.

She quickly regained her composure, turned around, and assumed a modest and graceful manner again.

“What about the kids, Evan?”

“I’m going out, so please look after them.”

Why should I look after Nicole’s brats?

Although she was extremely reluctant deep down, she nodded her head in agreement as she parted her red lips slightly and replied in a gentle tone, “Don’t worry, Evan, I’ll take good care of them.”

“That’ll be great.”

 The earlier gentleness disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by reluctance

to enter the house and saw Kyle and Juan

faces and giggled, while Kyle

pastries. She was eating with relish while taking a sip of milk tea every now and then, enjoying herself. Yet,

play Lego and eat pastries? Why must they

so that I have the chance to

up to Juan and Kyle. “Are you having

her a cold

having fun. Look at

at her blankly. “You can see that

a carbon copy of Evan. It was indeed not easy

asked Juan, “Is it

talk, we will find it fun. When you talk, it’s like there’s a fly buzzing around. It’s so annoying that we can’t

fly? How can a small kid like you be so

at Juan, who turned and grinned at her, saying, “Have you ever seen people showing manners to a fly? Everyone only wants to kill the

the expression

brats are indeed Nicole’s kids. They’re as exasperating as

to deal with these two little weirdos, so I should try