Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

“Levant,” Daphne called out.

Her gaze fell on Levant before shifting to Nicole. Immediately, it turned malicious.

Levant looked at the woman beside her and greeted. “Mom!”

Nicole studied the middle-aged woman, who still looked great for her age. She was fair and curvaceous; her figure clad in a delicate dress.

“Nicole, meet Lady Portia Musgrave.”

At his words, Nicole bowed down politely. “Lady Musgrave.”

Portia glanced at Nicole and concluded she didn’t like the latter.

After all, Nicole had moved into the Musgrave family’s estate suddenly. It must be because she was after their family’s wealth and status.

“Not everyone can move into the Musgrave Estate. Stop bringing any peasant home.”

Peasant? Is she talking about me?

How rude is that.

Nicole looked up at a stern Portia. Daphne, who was standing behind the duchess, was looking at her triumphantly.

Nicole’s my friend. Please

you talking back to me over

Mom. This isn’t how we treat a

to argue with him. She shot a disgusted look at Nicole before leaving in

their retreating backs

an intruder. Today, I met Lady Musgrave who seems to despise

my birth father is and leave as

mom’s

“It’s fine.”

head. Let her be. After all, it’s obvious Lady Musgrave won’t approve

Musgrave last night. Both Sir and Lady Musgrave hate

come up with a

“Levant, I

“What is it?”

Daphne likes you. Isn’t she your

expression blackened as he turned to face her. “You’re right. I won’t

She knows you are her cousin, but she still wants to marry you. Aren’t the two of you

the latter should be her aunt. They

Levant said nothing.

glanced at him. As he seemed troubled, she

her he had to go back to work and