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?

haven’t touched Charity before, so you can’t answer my question.”

Chester’s collar while the veins on

“Max, stop.”

gates to see Charity 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

in fact, familiar with every part of

moment, he suddenly found her

were just weird

Chester had sex multiple times and could have it any time he

had a

drive over in the middle of the

had never felt that same urge aside from

You can hit me

bridge. “Do it harder. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to let everyone know that the leader of the secret guards protecting the prime minister got into a fight for the sake of a female celebrity.

so the more Chester provoked him, the calmer he