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…”

you have proof or not? If without evidence, I’d advise you to you speak to me

all present here, and they can jolly well sue you if you so much as lay a finger

“Evidence, you say?”

flipped open the laptop and immediately went about connecting it to the projection system. Then, he played some videos that showed Jesse in the act of making arrangements

in shock

is this? Where did this come

was clear to him that all of these were captured in the study room, and no one, apart from someone from within the family, could possibly

sorry, Dad.” Nancy made no attempt to

what you raised me

mad, Jesse lunged over like a rabid dog in

traitorous slut! I’d kill

father and thought about all the hurt he had caused her, she felt no pity for him. Instead, all

I’ve also evidence of Mr. Gold and Chris Broid’s conspiracy

follow us down to the station

assigned someone to escort

and raving Jesse. Her eyes reddened when she passed Zachary as though she meant to say something, but in the end, she held

“Thank you!” said Zachary.