Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

As she closed her eyes wearily, a familiar voice suddenly echoed in her ears. “Miss… You need to live… on…”

Mrs. Berry’s voice was joined by the sweet voices of her dear children.

“Mommy! Mommy! We’ll wait for you to come home!”

Charlotte slowly opened her eyes once more to meet the sight of her father’s silhouette looming above her in the skies as if giving her words of comfort. “Lottie, please live on… Please live a happy life without me…”

The voices of her family seemed to warm her heart, imparting the powerful strength of hope into her veins, pushing her to fight against the Grim Reaper.

She blinked and sluggishly clenched her hands into fists.

Flames of hatred burned in her bloodshot eyes.

You want me dead? No way!

I’m going to survive this! And make all of you pay!

With willpower alone, Charlotte pushed herself up and crawled toward her right.

There was a phone lying on the ground, which was left by Sharon. Its screen was still flashing.

gown had turned into

was going to stop her from grabbing her lifebuoy in the bottomless, treacherous sea she was currently drowning

for the phone with her blood-covered hands, she dialed the number

a dead-end, call this number, and your guardian angel

 I shall be

Doo! Doo! The phone rang

“Hello?” A baritone voice

daughter… I’m in Coldbridge… Save me…

next moment, her head

Arthit returned with

still glimmering on the ground. The call only ended when the tires of the ambulance ran over

glass screen shattered, with cracks that resembled a spider web. With that, Sharon’s phone was reduced to a

the heavens. The darkness that shrouded the terrain below seemed to parallel the unbreakable spell of the

to the

isn’t dead, but her condition is worrying… and that lady over there is

and he hurriedly made a call to relay the events

other end froze momentarily and then sprinted to find Spencer with

follow-up matters. Out of the blue, their bodyguard burst into the room, yelling, “Ms. Windt