Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qImmediately, Charlotte panicked at the sight of his phone call and rushed over as she screamed, “You're a b*stard! You're a piece of sh*t who doesn't deserve anything you got. All you could do was pretend to be your brother because you knew how f*cking useless you were. Don't even think about getting away with any of this. Your brother is coming back soon, and when he does, you're dead meat.”

As she yelled, she clawed at him and tried to snatch his phone from his hands.

“Shut up, b*tch! Shut up!” Chris said as he shoved her away, trying to take the call.

The two of them kept shoving and pulling as Charlotte urgently tried to snatch the phone away. Despite her best efforts, Chris still heard everything the other person was saying.

“Don't fall for it! They still haven't found him!”

Instantly, Chris came to his senses as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped over his head. Charlotte was doing it on purpose! She put on this whole act of having found Zachary to make me lose my cool and blow my cover.

Chris immediately hung up and turned to look at Charlotte. “Wifey, what's wrong? Are you insane? Why are you calling me Chris?”

“Stop pretending!” Charlotte yelled furiously. “You're not Zachary. You're Chris! You underwent plastic surgery to look like him, and you were the one who set fire to Southridge. Not only did you try to kill Zachary, but you're also impersonating him!”

“She's gone insane!” Chris said, completely disregarding everything she was saying. He turned to instruct the guards, “Take her away.”

“Yes, sir,” the bodyguards said and pulled her away.

“Let go of me! Let me go!”

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