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

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

out for the phone with her blood-covered hands, she dialed the number that had been

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

 I shall

Doo! Doo! The phone

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 straight onto

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

ended when the tires of the ambulance ran

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

shrouded the

Arthit spoke anxiously to the paramedics, “How is she?

dead, but her condition is worrying… and that lady over there is beyond

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

then sprinted to find Spencer with his phone

matters. Out of the blue, their bodyguard burst into the room,