Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chris could not even think straight as the side effects of the pills had fully kicked in. His rationale had left him completely. Grunting, he had a vice-like grip on Charlotte’s throat while holding his head with another arm.

If we were on a flat ground, I could shrug him off, but we’re standing on the edge of the rooftop… Chris even has one foot off the ground. If we weren’t careful, any tiny distraction now could cost us our lives!

Therefore, Charlotte dared not act rashly. Similarly, Morgan and Emma had to be more cautious and think twice before taking any actions. This was because Chris was holding Charlotte captive, and he was also an AIDS patient.

If anything happens to Chris, his blood might get onto those around him and risk others being infected with AIDS.

Morgan and Emma were quite a distance from him, so they should be safe. Unfortunately for Charlotte, she was right next to Chris. With both of them having open wounds on their bodies, the risk of transmission was high.

At that thought, the ladies did not dare to take any chances.

“Stay calm, Chris. We know a legendary doctor who can cure any disease. She has even saved Mr. Nacht’s life. Perhaps she can do the same for you. Let Ms. Lindberg go, and we’ll help you.”

Morgan looked Chris in the eye and approached him slowly. At the same time, she signaled Emma.

Upon catching the cue, Emma whipped out her buzzing phone and went elsewhere to answer it.

When Charlotte went missing, they searched for her high and low; at the same time, they reported the incident to Ben and Bruce.

was on his way to the hospital. He called because he was so

“Hello, Mr. Nacht.”

she?” Zachary cut

rooftop. Ms.

“Argh!”

Emma could say more, Morgan’s sharp cry

was in a daze and nearly

out of your mind, Chris? Go ahead if you want to end your own life, but

out laughing. “I’m going to get

“Pull yourself together, Chris….”

causing her to wobble. Being dragged around by Chris, she

I’ll make arrangements for you to get treated…”

What if it doesn’t work out?” Feeling dejected, Chris shut his eyes. “Even if I’m cured, I’d still have to spend the rest of my life in jail. What’s the

“Chris…”

he cast her a lustful gaze. “So long as we

“No, I…”

say further, Emma strode across with her phone