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

is he doing

“The Lindbergs are almost here. There’s no escape for you. Your only choice is to turn yourself in at the

desperate that he almost fell out of the car. Fortunately, Bruce

have told her?” 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 bring me to her. It’s just a ploy

“You…”

the count of

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

a nerve. Ben, Bruce, and

the orphanage by Spencer who single-handedly raised them. Now that his life was on the line,

stop this madness!

with desperation. Unable to stand, all he could do was lean by the car door

you, back off!” Zara barked

him or I’ll

Given his combat prowess and decisiveness, he knew whoever backed down would lose

aimed at Spencer’s leg

“Argh!”