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.

Her ivory gown had

thing on her mind at the moment. Nothing was going to stop her from grabbing her lifebuoy in the bottomless, treacherous sea she

the number that had been carved into her

this number, and your guardian angel shall descend

shall… I shall

Doo! The phone rang

through. “Hello?” A baritone voice

in

uttered those words. The next moment, her head crashed

very moment, Arthit returned with a group of doctors. “Charlotte! Charlotte!

phone was still glimmering on the ground. The call only ended when the tires of

spider web. With that, Sharon’s phone was reduced

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

ambulance, Arthit spoke anxiously to the paramedics, “How

her condition is worrying… and that lady over there is beyond

hearing those words, Arthit’s expression turned grim, and he hurriedly made a call to relay the events that had

then sprinted to find

some follow-up matters. Out of the blue, their bodyguard burst into the