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.

murderous intent in him was replaced

questioning himself and how his life

“Hold on tight, Chris!”

extra energy to think about

Ms. Lindberg. We can’t hold on

Clenching her teeth, she uttered, “Don’t loosen your grip. Hold

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

used his last ounce of energy

be silly, Chris!” Charlotte tried to stop him. “I can save you, trust

“It’s Nancy Gold!”

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

screamed hopelessly,

lips curled into an attractive smile, just like how he presented

was once a pure and kind-hearted guy. Though many regarded him

started going downhill. Perhaps, he was clueless about

bawled her eyes in anguish. She could not accept the fact that there was no way for her to turn things around

arrived at the hospital. Before 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