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?”

woman creased her brows and reached out to pinch

before coming up with a string of

tell her the actual phone number. She even told the

Maya was at a loss for words when she heard the woman’s phone ring. The woman glanced at it before she swiftly

silent at the

“Did you say Davin?”

not a big problem. He injured it in a crash on

doing at

then said nothing

the call was ended, Maya gazed at her

Rose Garden. I know

her words, the way the woman looked

lives in

Seets; no outsiders were

one

you really live in Rose Garden? Do you know who Davin Seet

“Yes. He’s Uncle Davin.”

Maya nodded fervently.

once-over. It makes sense. The girl’s so

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

if you’ll beg me this

staring at his cast when his phone suddenly rang. The moment he saw the caller ID, he smashed his finger on the screen

“What?”