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.

fact, she was even closer to him by blood than

doing this to

“The Lindbergs are almost here. There’s no escape for you. Your only choice is

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

movements? Who else but Zachary must have told her?” Zara refused to trust him. “He might tell you that

“You…”

“On the

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

nerve. Ben, Bruce, and all the other subordinates began

them. Now that

stop this madness! Release Spencer

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

back

him or I’ll

and decisiveness, he knew whoever backed down

so?” Zara aimed at

“Argh!”