Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Bast*rd!” Morgan went ballistic. “Let go of her!”

“Haha…” A slight smile crept up on Chris’ face. “Let’s die together.”

As he spoke, white foam was seen spewing out of his mouth. Gradually, his arm became weaker and his grip loosen. Within moments, his body started to fall.

“Chris!” As a reflex action, Charlotte shouted in shock and grabbed his hand tighter.

At first, Chris shut his eyes anticipating his fall. Little did he know that a hand would stretch out to save him.

His head snapped up with his eyes wide open to stare at Charlotte.

The moonlight beamed on her face, and she looked just as gorgeous and pristine as the first time he met her. A tiny version of his disheveled self could be seen reflected in her clear, bright eyes.

intent in him

and how his life ended up in this

“Hold on tight, Chris!”

extra energy to think about anything else besides surviving

him go, Ms. Lindberg. We can’t hold on much longer!” Morgan

to let go of Chris. Clenching her teeth, she

Chris’ face. In a hoarse voice, he lamented, “How nice would

so, he used his last ounce of energy and flung

Don’t be silly, Chris!” Charlotte tried to stop

“It’s Nancy Gold!”

name, Chris wriggled his hand off Charlotte’s grip, stretched

screamed hopelessly,

smile, just like how he presented himself to her

kind-hearted guy. Though many regarded him as an unruly wild

downhill. Perhaps, he was clueless about it too and would remain

anguish. She could not accept the fact that there was no way

he could park the car properly, something smashed into the roof of his Rolls-Royce with a loud thud. As a result, the top part of the car was completely sunken and scared the living daylights out of