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 anything else besides

We can’t hold on much longer!”

Charlotte refused to let go of Chris. Clenching her teeth, she uttered, “Don’t loosen your grip. Hold on

conflicting smile appeared on Chris’ face. In a hoarse voice, he lamented, “How nice would it be if I had

so, he used his last ounce

silly, Chris!” Charlotte tried to stop him. “I can save you, trust

“It’s Nancy Gold!”

off Charlotte’s grip, stretched out both arms, and

Charlotte screamed

how he presented himself

and kind-hearted guy. Though many regarded him

downhill. Perhaps, he was clueless

accept the fact that there was no way for her to turn things around for

with a loud thud. As a result, the top part of the car was completely sunken

a long pause, Ben