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

before coming up with a string of even more absurd

persuade Maya to tell her the actual phone number. She even told the girl that

for words when she heard the woman’s phone ring. The woman glanced at

silent

“Did you say Davin?”

a big problem. He injured it in a crash on the

doing at Rose

woman then said

was ended, Maya gazed

Rose Garden.

the way the woman looked at Maya

lives

the Seets; no outsiders were

one of the

Rose Garden? Do you know

“Yes. He’s Uncle Davin.”

Maya nodded fervently.

woman gave the girl a once-over. It makes sense. The girl’s so plump because the Seet family is wealthy and fed her

grew on her face. Digging out her phone, she called

you’ll beg me this

he saw the caller ID, he smashed his finger on the screen

“What?”