Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

“Don’t worry. I can assure you, the dukedom is going to be Levant’s. You’ll be the next Lady Musgrave. No one is going to take that away from you.”

Daphne hesitated. She glanced around anxiously before whispering, “Aunt Portia, I heard Uncle Stephen has a daughter. Will she—”

“That’s just a rumor.”

“What if that daughter does exist? What if she returns? She’s Uncle Stephen’s daughter. Will Levant and I end up with nothing?”

“Don’t worry. If that daughter exists, Levant will get rid of her. After all, all he wants is to be the next duke, right? He won’t give the title up easily.”

Aunt Portia’s right, thought Daphne. Levant won’t give up on the dukedom.

“I hope I’ve worried for nothing.”

Portia took Daphne’s hand and comforted her. “Daphne, I’ve always treated you as my daughter. I didn’t give birth to Levant, so I need to be cautious around him. The only way to be Lady Musgrave is to make him fall for you, do you understand?”

“Aunt Portia, I understand. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

“Alright then. I trust you.”

“ shall leave now. I’m going to prepare some snacks for Levant.”

Ms. Lane is an eyesore, just send her

a smile as

my future must die. I’ll clear

the Musgrave Estate was

in the garden. She couldn’t

where she

might be a

her stroll when

it was, a blow landed on her and

person picked her up

someone who was upstairs had witnessed the entire

man’s brows creased in perplexity. Why would someone kidnap

believe something like this is happening in

the bodyguards

back

“Ms. Ankins, it’s done.”

her up by splashing water on her. Don’t forget to stuff her mouth lest she

“Got it.”

pail

fluttered open, another pail of