Chapitre 73: Gold Digging Whore

The trunk of Chris's sleek, black sedan felt like a claustrophobic coffin, but they had been able to drive out of the house without the paparazzi knowing, so Levi endured the discomfort.

Every bump in the road sent a jolt through his body, a stark reminder of the desperate measures he was willing to take just to escape the prying eyes of the paparazzi and get Lyse.

The relentless pursuit of his every move had become unbearable, a constant shadow that threatened to consume his life. He could only imagine how Lyse must feel, she had been abruptly thrust into this sort of life.

When they got far enough from the house, Chris stopped the car and opened the trunk so that Levi could sit in the passenger side.