Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qCharlotte narrowed her eyes and stared at Chris coldly before checking the time again.

It was already 2:59 p.m. There was only a minute left until three o'clock.

The president's office had great soundproofing, but Charlotte felt like she could still hear footsteps slowly approaching.

The results were almost out. They were almost here!

“Chris.” Charlotte stepped closer to him and lowered her voice. “If you tell the truth now and apologize to your brother, maybe we can think about letting you go.”

“I—”

Chris couldn't even finish his sentence as he sweated profusely and fidgeted with his hands nervously. Obviously, he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“I know Jesse was behind everything. From what I know of you, there's no way you would have been able to come up with all of this on your own.”

Charlotte continued to advise him kindly, “Think about it. Why else would Jesse be helping you? He obviously just wants to snatch away the Nacht family's money, right? The moment he has real control over you, you'll be nothing more than a puppet to him. Either way, you're not going to get anything good out of it.”

“I never wanted to get anything out of it.”

Chris finally spoke up. With a dark expression, he spat out, “I just hate him for killing my mother. She was his family too.”

the one who fired the gun, not Zachary. Besides, your mother did

“Shut up!” Chris bellowed.

bodyguards finally reacted and

had the chance to actually hear anything. However, Chris'

his eyes practically glowing with

have done a lot of bad things, but to him,

him everything he knew, but she also planned out his entire life for him and was practically living just

drew the line at anyone

worse! Your mother kidnapped me so that she could take over the role as the Nacht Group's CEO. She also threatened Zachary and poisoned me so that I would get

up. Shut up! Shut the

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holding onto his honds, screoming, “Chris! I know you pretended to be Zochory to get revenge for your mother, but she died rightfully! She

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