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!”

think about

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

resolute she was in saving him, a conflicting smile appeared on Chris’ face. In

he used his last ounce of

Don’t be silly, Chris!” Charlotte tried to stop him. “I can save

“It’s Nancy Gold!”

out the name, Chris wriggled his hand off Charlotte’s grip, stretched out both arms, and went into

Charlotte screamed

how he presented himself to

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

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

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

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

pause, Ben