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 haven’t touched Charity before, so you can’t answer my question.” Chester playfully blew a mouthful of smoke in Max’s

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

“Max, stop.”

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.

familiar with every part of

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

just

whom Chester had sex multiple times and

a newfound interest

him drive over in the

aside from when he was with Charity back

You can hit me on

everyone know that the leader of the secret

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