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.

The murderous intent in him was replaced

himself and how his life

“Hold on tight, Chris!”

energy to think

can’t hold

refused to let go of Chris. Clenching her teeth, she uttered, “Don’t loosen

him, a conflicting smile appeared on Chris’ face. In a hoarse voice, he lamented, “How nice would it be if I had

last ounce of

Charlotte tried to stop him.

“It’s Nancy Gold!”

hand off Charlotte’s grip,

Charlotte screamed hopelessly,

man’s lips curled into an attractive smile, just like how he presented himself to

and kind-hearted guy. Though many regarded him as an

life started going downhill. Perhaps, he was clueless about

could not accept the fact that there was

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