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.

my friend. Please don’t

are you talking back to me over this

isn’t how

Nicole, Portia wasn’t about to argue with him. She shot a disgusted look at Nicole before leaving in a

their retreating backs

an intruder. Today, I met Lady Musgrave who

find out who my birth father is and leave as soon

mom’s words

“It’s fine.”

head. Let her be. After all, it’s

offended Sir Musgrave last night. Both

with a plan to make them

“Levant, I

“What is it?”

likes you. Isn’t she your

“You’re right. I

but she still wants to marry you. Aren’t the

Lady Musgrave, so the latter should be her aunt. They

Levant said nothing.

As he seemed troubled, she didn’t press

while, Levant told her he had to go back to work