Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Cynthia wanted him to stay, but he had already turned around and couldn’t see her sign language. Her silent call for him to stay was in vain.

She could only look at his back and watch him leave with a dejected feeling.

When Zachary walked out of the ward, Spencer was baffled. “You’re out so soon? Shouldn’t you be chatting with Ms. Blackwood for a little longer?”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Zachary replied placidly. “Oh, right, Mr. Spencer, there should be news from the police, right? What actually happened with this car crash?”

Spencer looked at Cynthia, who was in the ward, and took Zachary to the other side before he replied in a hushed voice, “It was said to be intentional.”

“Intentional?” Zachary raised an eyebrow. “Who’s behind this?”

“It might be…” Spencer toned down again, “Ms. Sharon.”

“So it was her.”

Zachary had seen it coming, and he had asked Ben to investigate it. The incident happened at a T-junction, which was only two kilometers away from the Blackwoods’ residence. That location had multiple surveillance cameras installed. Hence, it was impossible that the case couldn’t be solved.

How could the Blackwoods just let it be when the perpetrator had escaped?

Something didn’t seem right.

Zachary had asked Cynthia that question

added lowly, “Mr. Blackwood refused to talk about it, so I didn’t

have just let it be? Nevertheless, she had nowhere to vent her rage, and she ran

she goes home, so Mr. Nacht asked Ms. Cynthia to stay with us.” Spencer added, “Mr. Blackwood doesn’t usually stay in H City. He’s concerned about Ms. Cynthia’s safety

this even

right. That’s what I’ve been thinking as well.” Spencer heaved a sigh. “Nevertheless, both of them are his daughters. Mr. Blackwood may have his own

later, his parenting style would cause him troubles.” Zachary was lazy to comment further, so he turned to leave. “Tell Grandpa that I’m leaving

is going

his sentence, Zachary had

a sigh and

Even though that person had

Bruce and the rest to

“Hello?”

pick me up.” She was

“Where are you?”

“Sultry Night.”

there in

the Pagani over,