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?

my question.” Chester playfully blew a mouthful of smoke in Max’s

furious that he immediately grabbed Chester’s collar while the veins

“Max, stop.”

cold voice suddenly sounded from behind. Chester cocked his head slightly as he looked toward the garden behind the 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

in fact, familiar with every part of

her walking over at that moment, he suddenly found her unfamiliar. He even thought

were just

be a woman with whom Chester had sex multiple times and could have

a newfound interest in

over in the middle of

never felt that same urge aside from

can hit me on

that the leader of the secret guards protecting the prime minister got into a fight for

before, so the more Chester provoked him,