Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Looking at the weather now, it does seem like a thunderstorm is approaching. Your medicines are at home. Will you be able to handle it if it starts raining heavily?”

Morgan looked distressed.

“It’s fine. I have my earplugs here. We should focus on finding Dr. Felch. Our priority right now is to save Ellie.”

“But…”

Out of nowhere, a plethora of gunshots were fired at the car.

“Ms. Lindberg, buckle up!” Morgan accelerated the car in hopes of escaping from their assailants as fast as possible.

However, there were traps hidden on their escape route.

The car ended up crashing into the woods after hitting a huge rock.

I should’ve driven

reverse the car to get it back on the road. However, one of the tires was stuck in the drain by the

before uttering, “It’s okay, stay calm. Do not get out

Morgan continued to reverse the

at the assailants. With her precise shooting, she

way too many of them. Realizing that their

help,” Charlotte

as Morgan was about to contact her men at Northridge, a bullet flew through the window and hit

“Ahh!” Morgan exclaimed.

down to

Lindberg, run! The car won’t be able to get us out of

They won’t kill me. I’m an important hostage

Morgan could finish her sentence, a copious

lasers, Charlotte stayed

she was surrounded by a large group of

finally captured you,

was heard

yelled

patiently at Rokan Hill for her chance to

deliberately instigated Sharon to escape in order to create a distraction for the underlings of the Lindberg family. Then,

All according to plan.