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 a dirty, gory mess after being tainted by her blood and

was the last thing on her mind at the moment. Nothing was going to stop her from grabbing her lifebuoy in the

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

in a dead-end, call this number, and your guardian angel shall descend from the skies and

shall… I shall

Doo! Doo! The phone

call went through. “Hello?” A baritone voice resounded

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

words. The next moment, her head crashed straight onto the

very moment, Arthit returned with a group of

only ended when the

with cracks that resembled a spider web. With

darkness that shrouded the terrain below seemed

anxiously to the paramedics, “How is she? Is she

condition is worrying… and that lady over there is

turned grim, and he hurriedly made a call to relay the events that

on the other end froze momentarily and then sprinted to

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