Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

“Tell me you surrender, Davin Seet!”

Sheila pinched Davin by the cheek and glared at him. “I’ll scratch your face if you don’t!”

“Okay! I surrender!”

At this moment, Davin could only think of how much of a disadvantageous situation he was in now but he had to suck it up and endure the torture.

“Are you going to keep calling me Sheep?”

“No, I won’t!”

“What are you going to call me?”

“Sheila.”

“Hmm?” Sheila clearly didn’t seem too pleased. She tightened her grip on his face.

“Then tell me what I should call you!”

“Call me Your Majesty! Now!”

Davin took a deep breath. After silently telling himself that he’d have a chance to get back at her one day, he gritted his teeth and cried out, “Your Majesty!”

Sheila finally let

“What a chicken.”

eyes outside the door, not forgetting to remind Juan never to follow Davin’s footsteps in picking

his classmate a new pencil case the following Monday. I

house fell silent, the two boys leaning against the door were

bent over and helped the children who were

asked with a cheerful

right as he shook

anything, did you?

caressed

teaching old

didn’t expect anyone from the Seet family to back her up. Looks like

How dare you call me a meanie? Just

turned and glared at Davin, causing the

good boys! Let me take you out shopping

“Anything?”

“Yes, anything!”

two boys were

once you’re done,” Davin urged. “I’ll need