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

doing this

here. There’s no escape for you. Your only choice is to turn yourself in at the police station with

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

to trust him. “He might tell you that he’s taking me to the police, but he might

“You…”

his gun at Zara. “On the count of three, if you don’t let Mr. Spencer go, I won’t show you

it against Spencer’s head. “You b*stards, all of you were raised by this old man. Do you

Ben, Bruce, and all the other subordinates began to

who single-handedly raised them. Now that his

this madness! Release Spencer at

stand, all he could do was lean by

of you, back off!” Zara barked

or I’ll

cocked his gun. Given his combat prowess and decisiveness, he knew whoever

so?” Zara aimed at Spencer’s leg and

“Argh!”