Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Zara, you’ve gone mad!” Henry bellowed, “Put down the gun right now!”

“I knew it.” Zara gave Henry a painful look. “At the crucial moment, you would still choose to side with your grandson.”

“He’s right. I shouldn’t have helped you,” Henry fumed with a trembling voice. “Put down the gun and follow Zachary to the police station.”

“No, I won’t!” Zara screamed. “I refuse to go to prison. How can I, the pride of the family, end up there? Didn’t you promise to save me by sending me away? Why did you change your mind just because of a few words from him? I’m a Nacht too. In fact, I’m your daughter! How can you bear to do this?”

Just as Zara unleashed her tirade, tears streaked down the sides of her face. She realized that her last sliver of hope was slipping away.

She didn’t understand how her father could be so cruel to her.

She too was a Nacht. In fact, she was even closer to him by blood than Zachary was.

Why is he doing this to me?

“Do you hear me?” Leaning on the car door, Henry exclaimed, “The Lindbergs are almost here. There’s no escape for you. Your only choice is to turn yourself in at the police station with Zachary. That’s your last chance of survival!”

last sentence. He was so desperate that he almost fell out

trust him. “He might tell you that he’s

“You…”

no more time.” Zachary ran out of patience and pointed his gun at Zara. “On the count of three, if you

Zara cocked the gun and pressed it against Spencer’s head. “You b*stards, all of you were raised by this old man. Do you want to see him die? God

a nerve. Ben, Bruce, and

single-handedly raised them. Now that

madness! Release

he could

back

or

his gun. Given his combat prowess and decisiveness, he knew whoever backed down

so?” Zara aimed

“Argh!”

in agony