Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 473

After a while, Charlotte struggled to leave the bed and dragged herself towards the door. To her dismay, the door was locked from the other side. She knocked on the heavy door frantically and yelled, “Is there anyone outside? Let me out! Let me out!”

There was dead silence outside the room.

Charlotte twisted the doorknob hard, but to no avail.

She had to give up twisting it and switched to look out of the window. The moment she looked down from the window, she was stunned.

It was indeed a strange building. She was at the height of approximately ten levels from the ground, with concrete walls all around her. Oh no! There isn’t any furniture for me to step on! No chance at all for me to escape from this window!

This looks exactly like a classical castle in fairy tales!

If I dare to jump down from this window, I will surely become shattered pieces!

Looks like I have no chance to survive at all unless my abductors change their minds and release me!

Who was it that locked me up here?

Charlotte turned to look at the various types of sumptuous food served on the crystal dining table — there were dishes of the French Cuisine: foie gras, snails, steak, bread, fruit salad, red wine and more.

She held the red wine closer to her nose, and her eyes lit up at the fragrance. This is undoubtedly the limited edition from the winery of F Nation’s Arkfield that was exclusively produced for women…

The abductor is obviously a woman.

Is it Sharon?

No, it’s not her! If she’s the one, I could’ve been beaten up by her. It’s impossible that I can still be unharmed and savor sumptuous food here!

Charlotte glanced around the whole room again, trying to trace any clues.

Based on her judgement, all the oil paintings on the wall were authentic masterpieces. Even the floor vases at the corner were all invaluable antiques. My goodness! Even a room used to lock up a hostage is of such a high standard. The owner is clearly a dignified and poised woman.

Who is she?

Charlotte knitted her brows, thinking hard if there was any name in her mind which could match the secretive woman. She gave up after quite a while, accepting the fact that she did not have any connections with such people.