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 with

questioning himself and how his

“Hold on tight, Chris!”

extra energy to think about anything else besides surviving this tragedy together with

can’t hold on much longer!” Morgan

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

face. In a hoarse voice, he lamented, “How nice would it be if

ounce of energy and flung her hand

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

“It’s Nancy Gold!”

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

screamed hopelessly,

just like how he presented himself to her on

regarded him as an unruly wild horse, he was serious

going downhill. Perhaps, he was clueless about it too

that

Rolls-Royce with a loud thud. As a result, the top part of the car was completely sunken and scared the living