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

doing this

Henry exclaimed, “The Lindbergs are almost here. There’s no escape for you.

the last sentence. He was so desperate that he almost fell out of the car. Fortunately, Bruce was

that

“You…”

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

head. “You b*stards, all of

and all the other

Spencer who single-handedly raised them. Now that his

this madness! Release Spencer at

to stand, all he could do was lean by the

back

him or I’ll

combat prowess and decisiveness, he knew whoever backed down

Zara aimed at

“Argh!”