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

a story. If she isn’t moved by the story, then it would mean

What story?” Sheila asked,

I didn’t get to finish…” John said,

The next day.

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 true intentions of

going to like this, but I need you to listen

simply stared at her wordlessly, waiting for her to

had already told you the story of Evan sleeping with the urn that supposedly contained your ashes in his arms, right?” Sheila started. “Would you

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 to keep the urn

beloved grandfather, and

a ghastly shade of white. Her

know what is. Maybe the two of you are just

“I’m done with my story, but I still have a question for you. How would you feel if you pulled the same trick in order to