Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Nicole thought about it for a second before replying, “It’s getting late. Good night.”

She hung up after that.

Sheila looked at her phone and then glanced at the two men. “She hung up on me. I don’t know if she’s willing to help us.”

John sighed. “Looks like she still refuses to trust Mr. Seet…”

“If she’s unwilling to help, then it’ll be down to the three of us to figure out a plan then,” Davin said with a frown.

Sheila stood up all of a sudden. “I’m going to the Wicked Palace. I have to see her and convince her!”

“I’ll go with you,” Davin said, he was worried for her safety.

“There is no need,” Sheila said. “Levant will definitely send someone to track you down. I’ll go there myself.”

should go alone on the pretense of bidding her farewell. Bringing you along would

a story. If she isn’t moved by the story, then it would mean that Mr. Seet and Nicole were

What story?” Sheila

to finish…” John said,

The next day.

the Wicked Palace early in the morning to meet Nicole. Noticing that the latter’s face was rather pale, she told her to take care of herself before she cleared her throat and revealed the

need you to listen to me,” Sheila

simply stared at her wordlessly, waiting for her

supposedly contained your ashes

with his bare hands, ignoring the mud and grime that coated his arms as though his germaphobia never existed. When he finally dug the urn out, he held it close to his body, fearing that the rain would mar its surface. The elders from the Seet family had tried to stop him from bringing the urn back home, but he refused to obey their orders. He wanted

The victim had been his beloved grandfather, and you would never

face had already turned a ghastly shade of white. Her fingers dug into the fabric of her

deep breath. “If this isn’t true love, then I don’t know what is. Maybe the

have a question for you.