Max’s fury was ignited. “You forced her. How dare you talk about it? If you didn’t force her, do you think
she would’ve fancied you? Trash.”
“So what if I’m trash?” Chester’s smile was intentional and wicked. “You haven’t answered my
question.”
“I won’t discuss Eliza’s privacy out in the open.” Max refused to answer that question. Disdain was
visible in his eyes. “ The netizens weren’t wrong in scolding you. You truly are a sc*mbag.”
“Sc*mbag? I’m indeed a sc*mbag.”
Chester took a long drag on the cigarette between his fingers. There was a hint of mockery on his
handsome face.
If he was not a sc*mbag, how could Charity have died?
The corners of Max’s mouth twitched.
It was his first time seeing someone getting scolded and admitting it so openly afterward.
Was Chester crazy?
“I think you haven’t touched Charity before, so you can’t answer my question.” Chester playfully blew a
mouthful of smoke in Max’s direction.
Max was so furious that he immediately grabbed Chester’s collar while the veins on the fist of his other
hand bulged.
“Max, stop.”
Charity’s cold voice suddenly sounded from behind. Chester cocked his head slightly as he looked
toward the garden behind the gates to see Charity walking over on the rock path, she was wearing a
white nightgown that reached her knees with a loose gray cardigan over it. Her short hair was slightly
messy from the wind blowing. Under the moonlight and street lights, she looked like she just stepped
out of a painting.
Chester was, in fact, familiar with every part of her body.
However, seeing her walking over at that moment, he suddenly found her unfamiliar. He even thought
she was beautiful with such casual clothes.
People were just weird sometimes.
Charity clearly used to be a woman with whom Chester had sex multiple times and could have it any
time he wanted.
Yet, he suddenly had a newfound interest in her.
It even made him drive over in the middle of the night.
He had never felt that same urge aside from when he was with Charity back then.
“Come. You can hit me on his nose.”
Chester pointed to his tall nose bridge. “Do it harder. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to let everyone know
that the leader of the secret guards protecting the prime minister got into a fight for the sake of a female
celebrity. It’ll be interesting.”
Max had been on the battlefield before, so the more Chester provoked him, the calmer he got.
However, with his pride hurt before the woman he liked, his good-looking face turned as dark as night.
“Why should he hit a sc*m like you? Max, you have a promising future. There’s no need to be given a
demerit because of a person like that.” Charity held Max’s hands, which were clenched into fists.
Max stiffened.
It was his first time realizing that a woman’s hand could be so gentle and soft.
It made his breath quicken and his heart race.
“Eliza…” Chester’s gaze landed on their hands that were holding one another’s. His eyes were cold.
“Are you really in a relationship with him?”
“What else?” Charity looked toward him indifferently. “People have to move on.”
“What about Monte?” Chester said, “I saw you two whispering during the charity event last time, looking
as if you two were getting back together. However, it looks like I was wrong. Let me call him to ask him
about it.”
At that, Chester took out his phone.
Charity furrowed her brows.
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