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

while the veins on

“Max, stop.”

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

with every part of her

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

were just weird

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

had a newfound

even made him drive over in the middle of

that same urge aside from

can hit me on

tall nose 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. It’ll be

been on the battlefield before, so the more Chester provoked