"No matter which man I'm with, what does it have to do with you?”
Charity hung up impatiently with a cold voice.
Max gave her a thumbs up. “Awesome."
Charity looked at him wearily. "What are you trying to do?"
"Nothing much. I just want him to know that you have a boyfriend so he'll stop pestering you." Max grinned happily. "So you owe me again.”
Charity was so speechless that she did not want to say anything.
It was all too easy to owe him something.
Forget it. She owed him a lot anyway.
In the villa, Chester glanced at the time on his phone — 11:25 p.m.
'How dare this woman be with Max at such a late hour?'
'Is it just the two of them?'
'What are they doing?'
'Chatting? In bed? Sleeping?'
Chester was not a naive man. He would not believe that a man and a woman were simply chatting together at such a late hour.
However, Chester somehow boiled with anger at the thought that Eliza was in another man's embrace.
He wanted to kill her.
The feeling was not just indicative of a man's possessiveness. It also showed something else.
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