Chapter 671-680

Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort Chapter 671

Charlotte’s features looked as if her face was carved out from the same mold as Isabella Lindberg. There was no doubt that they were mother and daughter.

As the mysterious man came up closer to her, Charlotte could also make out his face clearly. She instantly felt a strange sense of familiarity and connection with him.

There was no doubt that the two of them were bound by blood.

Their uncanny resemblance made it all too obvious, and her features simply screamed the word “Lindberg.”

The mysterious man took off his coat and wrapped it around Charlotte’s body before scooping her up into his arms. “I’m bringing you home!”

As Charlotte leaned her head against his warm chest and listened to his steady heartbeats, there was only one thought in her head. I’m going to survive.