Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Zara, you’ve gone mad!” Henry bellowed, “Put down the gun right now!”

“I knew it.” Zara gave Henry a painful look. “At the crucial moment, you would still choose to side with your grandson.”

“He’s right. I shouldn’t have helped you,” Henry fumed with a trembling voice. “Put down the gun and follow Zachary to the police station.”

“No, I won’t!” Zara screamed. “I refuse to go to prison. How can I, the pride of the family, end up there? Didn’t you promise to save me by sending me away? Why did you change your mind just because of a few words from him? I’m a Nacht too. In fact, I’m your daughter! How can you bear to do this?”

Just as Zara unleashed her tirade, tears streaked down the sides of her face. She realized that her last sliver of hope was slipping away.

She didn’t understand how her father could be so cruel to her.

In fact, she was even closer to him by blood

is he doing this to

“The Lindbergs are almost here. There’s no escape for you. Your only choice is to turn yourself in at the police station with Zachary. That’s your last chance of

accentuate the last sentence. He was so desperate that he almost fell

Zara refused to trust him. “He might tell you that he’s taking me to the police, but he might actually be conspiring with Charlotte to

“You…”

pointed his gun at Zara. “On the count of three, if you don’t

all just die together.” Zara cocked the gun and pressed it against Spencer’s head. “You b*stards, all of you were raised by this old man. Do you want to

a nerve. Ben, Bruce, and all the other

single-handedly raised them. Now that his life was on the line, none of them

madness!

filled with desperation. Unable to stand, all he could do was lean by

of you, back off!” Zara barked

or

decisiveness, he knew

aimed at Spencer’s leg and

“Argh!”