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!”

to think about

go, Ms. Lindberg. We can’t

of Chris. Clenching her teeth, she uttered, “Don’t loosen your grip. Hold

was in saving him, a conflicting smile appeared on Chris’ face. In a hoarse voice, he lamented, “How nice would it

last ounce of energy and flung

silly, Chris!” Charlotte tried to

“It’s Nancy Gold!”

wriggled his hand off Charlotte’s grip, stretched out both arms, and went

Charlotte screamed

presented himself to her on the very

and kind-hearted guy. Though many regarded him as an unruly wild horse, he was serious about

going downhill. Perhaps, he was clueless about it

that there was no way for her

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

a long pause, Ben muttered, “It’s Mr.