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.”

Ms. Muir should go alone on the pretense of bidding her

coaxing and just tell her a story. If she isn’t moved by the story, then it would

story?” Sheila asked, raising

I didn’t get to finish…” John

The next day.

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

like this, but I need you to listen to me,” Sheila pleaded. “I’ll leave after this.

at her wordlessly, waiting for

already told you the story of Evan sleeping with the urn that supposedly contained your ashes in his arms, right?” Sheila started. “Would you like to know how he brought the urn

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,

had been his beloved grandfather, and you would never hear the end of it from the Seet family if

Nicole face had already turned a ghastly shade of white. Her fingers dug into

“If this isn’t true love, then I don’t know what is. Maybe the two of you are just not fated to be

with my story, but I still have a question for you. How would you