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.”

the pretense of bidding her farewell. Bringing you along

on the coaxing and just tell her a story. If she isn’t moved by the

Sheila asked, raising an

get to finish…” John

The next day.

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 true intentions of her

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

her wordlessly, waiting for her to

John 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 like to know how he brought the

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

to jail was a decision he hated himself for making. The victim had been his beloved grandfather, and

ghastly shade of white. Her fingers dug into the fabric of

don’t know what is. Maybe the two of you are

I still have a question for you. How would you feel if you pulled the same trick in order