Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo novel Chapter 897

“They’re held at a place where you won’t be able to reach them. I have a question, though. Why would you want to marry the man who imprisoned your father?”

Nicole smiled bitterly when she realized that Murphy’s daughter had no idea what was going on in the Wicked Palace.

Seeing that Nicole had fallen silent, Avril held her hand and advised her seriously, “Listen to me. Don’t marry Levant. Him imprisoning your father is reason enough to stay away from him.”

Nicole had mixed feelings about the marriage that was to come, but she did not have many options since Levant was holding Stephen and Evan captive. It’s indeed despicable of Levant to imprison my father, but he’s also saved my life. He has feelings for me and is good to me. “Is there any way you can bring me to see my father?”

The question stunned Avril. “If you have something to say to him, I can pass the message along, it’s too difficult to set up a meeting.”

“But you’re Murphy’s precious daughter, and this is your home! Surely you can find a way. Please, help my Mommy, pretty lady,” begged Juan.

Maya approached Avril and fished out her favorite cake pop to give to the woman. “If you help my Mommy, I promise to share all the goodies I have with you.”

Good food had always been Maya’s most precious possession, and she was willing to share it with Avril to help her mother.

Avril reached out to pinch Maya’s chubby cheek. “From now on, you can call me Avril or Grandma.” Although getting called Grandma would make her seem old, Avril thought it would get her closer to the children’s Grandpa.

Maya was puzzled by the woman’s peculiar thinking. Most women would like to be deemed young and beautiful, why would she want to be called Grandma? How weird! Is that a trend now?

Nina, who cared a lot about appearances, was also left scratching her head at Avril’s words. After some thought, she concluded that the people in the Wicked Palace must have some screws loose in their head, hence, they’re different from the average Joe.

“Please help Mommy, Grandma!” Juan had no problem calling Avril that.

Feeling like an elder to the family, Avril continued to hold Nicole’s hand as she thought to herself. If I help her this time, she’d better not have any problem with her father eloping with me. I’m only doing this as a favor.

“Okay. I’ll bring you to see your father tomorrow night.”

But I’ll be getting married to Levant the day after tomorrow. Will tomorrow be too late? What if something happens?