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.

sweaty. Something must

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

“No way…”

me. A girl kissed me but I quickly pushed her away. I then took a large glass of beer in

have been drugged at that

the car.” Charlotte panicked;

Chris held her hand and kissed the back of it as he panted. “I will be

nervous when she heard it. “Don’t mess around. Let’s go to the

to the hospital for this kind of thing…” He looked at her tenderly. “I need an

…

Bar DTT.

sat on the silver leather chair and spun

his face was still cold and frosty,

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

gaze and stared at Peter

and said in fear, “Mr. Nacht, I didn’t know

know how many people died of these two

Zachary’s tone was murderous.

be angry!” Peter knelt on the ground with