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!”

She had no extra energy to think about anything else besides surviving this tragedy together

go, Ms. Lindberg. We can’t hold on much longer!” Morgan

refused to let go of Chris. Clenching her teeth, she uttered, “Don’t

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

ounce of energy and flung her hand

silly, Chris!” Charlotte tried to stop

“It’s Nancy Gold!”

name, Chris wriggled his hand off Charlotte’s grip, stretched out

screamed hopelessly,

man’s lips curled into an attractive smile, just like how he presented

was once a pure and kind-hearted guy. Though many regarded him as an unruly wild

knew when his life started going downhill. Perhaps, he was clueless about

eyes in anguish. She could not accept the fact that there was no way for her to turn things

something smashed into the roof of his Rolls-Royce with a loud

pause, Ben