Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Bast*rd!” Morgan went ballistic. “Let go of her!”

“Haha…” A slight smile crept up on Chris’ face. “Let’s die together.”

As he spoke, white foam was seen spewing out of his mouth. Gradually, his arm became weaker and his grip loosen. Within moments, his body started to fall.

“Chris!” As a reflex action, Charlotte shouted in shock and grabbed his hand tighter.

At first, Chris shut his eyes anticipating his fall. Little did he know that a hand would stretch out to save him.

His head snapped up with his eyes wide open to stare at Charlotte.

The moonlight beamed on her face, and she looked just as gorgeous and pristine as the first time he met her. A tiny version of his disheveled self could be seen reflected in her clear, bright eyes.

Gradually, his eyes softened. The murderous intent in him was replaced with grief and woe.

He started questioning himself and how his life ended up in this state.

“Hold on tight, Chris!”

no extra energy to think about

Lindberg. We can’t

let go of Chris. Clenching her teeth,

on Chris’ face. In a

he used his last ounce of energy and flung her hand

Chris!” Charlotte tried to

“It’s Nancy Gold!”

Chris wriggled his hand off Charlotte’s

Charlotte screamed

into an attractive smile, just like how he presented himself to

regarded him as an

started going downhill. Perhaps, he was clueless about it too

could not accept the fact that there was no

hospital. Before he could park the car properly, something smashed into the roof of his Rolls-Royce with a loud thud. As a result, the top part

a long pause, Ben