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

he immediately grabbed Chester’s collar while the veins on the fist of his other

“Max, stop.”

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

fact, familiar with every part of her

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

just weird

woman with whom Chester had

suddenly had a newfound interest in

him drive over in the

same urge aside from

You can hit me on his

bridge. “Do it harder. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to let everyone know that the leader of the secret guards protecting

the more Chester provoked him,