Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Just a bottle of beer.” Chris also thought he was a little strange tonight. “It’s weird, I usually don’t feel anything even after drinking a dozen bottles.”

“You’d better pull over and call for a driver,” Charlotte hurriedly reminded, “You can’t violate traffic rules.”

“If we stop now, they will catch up soon.” He cautiously stared at the rearview mirror.

“Why do I feel that you are more afraid of my boss than I am?” she asked casually.

His eyes flickered, but he soon justified himself. “Aren’t you afraid of running into him? I don’t want to cause you trouble.”

“Don’t talk about this for now. Let’s call a driver,” she urged.

“Don’t worry, I know myself.”

Seizing every opportunity, Chris drove the car to the suburbs at breakneck speed as if he were in a race.

“What are you doing? You can’t speed in the city. Stop now.”

Charlotte turned to look at him.

flushed and sweaty. Something must be wrong with

were like me that day…” She suddenly came to a realization and widened her eyes

“No way…”

me but I quickly pushed her away. I then took a large glass of

have been drugged

car.” Charlotte panicked;

Chris held her hand and kissed the back of it as he

heard it. “Don’t mess around.

the use of going to the hospital for this kind of thing…” He looked at her tenderly. “I need an antidote; you are

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Bar DTT.

and spun the rhodium

frosty, his slightly frowning brows

a round of inspections, he came forward and reported, “Ms. Windt indeed comes here as a singer and Mr. Broid also comes often. Fifteen minutes ago, the two left through the back

lifted his gaze and stared at Peter

said in fear, “Mr. Nacht, I didn’t know Charlotte is

many people died of

Zachary’s tone was murderous.

Peter knelt on the ground with a