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.

should’ve driven an

tried to reverse the car to get it back on

not get out of the car. You should

Morgan continued to reverse

shooting back at the assailants. With her precise shooting, she was able to eliminate quite a

it still wasn’t enough as there were way too many of them. Realizing that their car

for help,”

her men at Northridge, a bullet flew through the window and hit

“Ahh!” Morgan exclaimed.

her down to avoid

to the side, “Ms. Lindberg, run! The car won’t be able to get us out of here. This area is full of traps. They’ve

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

sentence, a copious amount

by the red lasers,

eye, she was surrounded by a large group of

have finally

heard within

yelled out

had been waiting patiently at Rokan Hill for her

escape in order to create a distraction for the underlings of the Lindberg

All according to plan.