Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

chapter 155

“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.

 

Something must

suddenly came to a realization and widened

“No way…”

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

been drugged at

the car.” Charlotte panicked; she could

held her hand and kissed the back of it as he

became more nervous when she heard it. “Don’t mess around.

kind of thing…” He looked at her

…

Bar DTT.

chair and spun the

still cold and frosty, his slightly

made 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

lifted his gaze and stared

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

Do you know how many people died of these two

Zachary’s tone was murderous.

Peter knelt on the ground with

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