Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Just a bottle of beer.” Chris also thought he was a little strange tonight. “It’s weird, I usually don’t feel anything even after drinking a dozen bottles.”

“You’d better pull over and call for a driver,” Charlotte hurriedly reminded, “You can’t violate traffic rules.”

“If we stop now, they will catch up soon.” He cautiously stared at the rearview mirror.

“Why do I feel that you are more afraid of my boss than I am?” she asked casually.

His eyes flickered, but he soon justified himself. “Aren’t you afraid of running into him? I don’t want to cause you trouble.”

“Don’t talk about this for now. Let’s call a driver,” she urged.

“Don’t worry, I know myself.”

Seizing every opportunity, Chris drove the car to the suburbs at breakneck speed as if he were in a race.

“What are you doing? You can’t speed in the city. Stop now.”

Charlotte turned to look at him.

and sweaty. Something must be

were like me that day…” She suddenly came to a realization and widened her eyes in astonishment. “Did

“No way…”

The three girls clung to me. A girl kissed me but I quickly pushed her away. I then took a large glass of beer in front

have been

car.” Charlotte panicked; she

held her hand and kissed the back of it as he panted.

She became more nervous when she heard it.

fool, what’s the use of going to the hospital for this kind of thing…” He looked at her tenderly. “I need an antidote; you are my

…

Bar DTT.

and spun

and frosty, his slightly frowning brows had exposed

Ben made a round of inspections, he came forward and reported, “Ms. Windt indeed comes here as a singer and Mr. Broid also comes often. Fifteen minutes ago, the two left through the

his gaze and stared at Peter

“Mr. Nacht, I didn’t know

how many

Zachary’s tone was murderous.

don’t be angry!” Peter