Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Calm down my ass…”

Francesca was about to continue cussing when she spotted Chris attempting to slip out from the back. Very quickly, she moved to give chase. “Come back here, you cur!”

With Francesca’s exit, the conference room was finally at peace.

The police swiftly went about apprehending the Gold family’s subordinates, and also seized Jesse himself.

“Why are you arresting me for?” Jesse protested aloud in displeasure. “What crime am I guilty of?”

“You’re under suspicion of involvement in the kidnapping of Robinson and Jamison Nacht and using illegal means to acquire the Nacht Group’s assets. Is that criminal enough for you?” an officer bellowed.

“Like you said. Under suspicion. Where’s your proof? If without proof, you can at most seek my cooperation with the investigation. What right have you to arrest me?” Jesse massaged his own neck and smirked, “Don’t think that I’m not familiar with the law because I know your Chanaean laws like the back of my own hand!”

“Those illegal firearms in your men’s possession. Does that not constitute lawbreaking?” the frustrated officer asked.

“Well, let them be answerable for their own actions then. What’s that got to do with me?” Jesse continued to argue.

“You…”

evidence, I’d advise you

sue you if you so

“Evidence, you say?”

system. Then, he played some videos that showed Jesse

was in shock and

this? Where

Nancy. It was clear to him that all of these were captured in the study room, and no one, apart

no attempt to deny this. Instead, she

person was what you raised

mad, Jesse lunged over like a rabid

slut! I’d kill you! I’d kill

all the hurt he had caused her, she felt no pity for

Chris Broid’s conspiracy to seize the

down to

officer assigned someone to escort

replied and left with the police, with scant regard for the ranting and raving Jesse. Her eyes reddened when she passed Zachary as though she meant to say something, but

“Thank you!” said Zachary.