Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Max’s fury was ignited. “You forced her. How dare you talk about it? If you didn’t force her, do you think she would’ve fancied you? Trash.”

“So what if I’m trash?” Chester’s smile was intentional and wicked. “You haven’t answered my question.”

“I won’t discuss Eliza’s privacy out in the open.” Max refused to answer that question. Disdain was visible in his eyes. “ The netizens weren’t wrong in scolding you. You truly are a sc*mbag.”

“Sc*mbag? I’m indeed a sc*mbag.”

Chester took a long drag on the cigarette between his fingers. There was a hint of mockery on his handsome face.

If he was not a sc*mbag, how could Charity have died?

The corners of Max’s mouth twitched.

It was his first time seeing someone getting scolded and admitting it so openly afterward.

Was Chester crazy?

you can’t answer my question.” Chester playfully blew a

he immediately grabbed Chester’s collar while the veins on the

“Max, stop.”

walking over on the rock path, she was wearing a white nightgown that reached her knees with a loose gray cardigan over it. Her short hair was slightly messy from the wind blowing. Under the moonlight and street lights, she looked like she just stepped out

with every part

at that moment, he suddenly found her unfamiliar. He

just

a woman with whom Chester had sex multiple times and could have it any time

suddenly had a newfound interest in

him drive over in the middle of the

felt that same urge aside from

hit

leader of the secret guards protecting the prime

battlefield before, so the more Chester provoked him, the calmer he