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?

so you can’t answer my question.” Chester playfully blew a mouthful of smoke

while the veins on the fist of

“Max, stop.”

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 every part

that moment, he suddenly found her

just weird

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

a newfound interest

drive over

urge aside from when he was with

You can hit me

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

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