Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

The woman cleared her throat. Since Maya had called her ‘pretty miss,’ she decided to buy her more food.

“Let’s go, little glutton. Once you’re done with the drumsticks, you have to tell me your parents’ phone numbers. We need to call them to pick you up soon.”

Maya blinked her large eyes, stunned momentarily. I don’t remember their phone numbers. What do I do?

Maybe I should pretend to be dumb.

Juan told me to do that whenever Ms. Patty asks me questions I can’t answer.

Seeing that Maya nodded obediently, the woman brought her into a hamburger store. She then ordered two drumsticks and a mango-flavored milk tea for the girl.

Maya dangled her legs happily as she chomped down her food.

“Why don’t you tell me what their numbers are? Then I can call your mommy. When you’re done, she will be here to pick you up.”

Maya wrapped her plump hands around the cup of warm milk tea. A string of numbers bombarded her brain, and she did not know which numbers to tell her.

“Come on.”

The woman waited for her response eagerly.

After moments of contemplation, Maya spouted out a string of random numbers.

“Is this a phone number?”

reached out to pinch Maya’s chubby

coming up with a string of even more absurd

her the actual phone number. She even told the girl that she would

she heard the woman’s phone ring.

was silent

“Did you say Davin?”

had a compound fracture on his leg. It’s not a big problem. He injured it in a crash on

he doing at Rose

woman then said nothing

was ended,

Rose

the way

girl lives

Garden was exclusive to the Seets; no outsiders

she one

really live in Rose Garden? Do you know who Davin

“Yes. He’s Uncle Davin.”

Maya nodded fervently.

gave the girl a once-over. It makes sense. The girl’s so plump because

on her face. Digging

you’ll beg

cast when his phone suddenly rang. The moment he saw the caller ID, he smashed

“What?”