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.

blood oozed from her knees and elbows. Her ivory gown had turned into a dirty, gory mess after being tainted by her blood

thing on her mind at the moment. Nothing was going to

blood-covered hands, she dialed the number that had been carved into her heart with trembling

when you find yourself trapped in a dead-end, call this number, and your guardian angel shall descend from the skies

 I shall be

phone rang

through. “Hello?” A baritone

I’m Isabella’s daughter… I’m in Coldbridge… Save me…

her last breath, Charlotte uttered those words. The next moment, her head crashed

moment, Arthit returned with a group of

the ground. The call only ended when the tires of the ambulance ran over the phone as Charlotte got taken to

web. With that, Sharon’s phone was reduced to a piece of

that shrouded the terrain below seemed to parallel the unbreakable spell of

the paramedics, “How is she? Is she

but her condition is worrying… and that lady

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

and then sprinted to find Spencer with his phone in

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