Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1771 First Love

“Send some more men over,” ordered Sean softly. “Mr. Lindberg seems to care a lot about this girl.”

“Maybe it’s because he wants to get back at her for the kiss?” asked Gordon while smiling.

“That’s one of the reasons,” replied Sean. He shot a look at Francesca’s room before lowering his voice and saying, “My guess is that she is the person Mr. Lindberg has been looking for…”

“Wait, are you saying that she’s Mr. Lindberg’s aunt’s daughter?” asked Gordon as his eyes bulged in surprise.

“No, I think she’s the other one.”

“Ah, I see…”

Back in the room, Danrique leaned against the sofa lazily and rested his head on one hand. He had a pocket watch in his other hand, and in there was a photo of a young woman in her teens.

She was a little thin and had long, dark hair. Her innocent eyes shone brightly while a cheerful smile lit up her face.

That photo was from seven years ago. Danrique was in trouble at the time when he met her. To him, she was his angel and also his first love.

Back then, he was being chased by assassins and was gravely wounded. She was the one who rescued him.

they dashed into a photo booth to hide. She got curious and took the photo that had

watch and that photo

Casino Inferno, he thought she looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite

had been thinking about her for the past few days and realized

she had grown up and looked different. That being said, the woman’s facial features and her bright eyes were rather similar

arrogant and unrestrained style is a perfect

so he couldn’t be sure if she and the girl in the

just been searching for his Aunt Isabella’s daughter all these years. He had

an expert in medicine. Since there was virtually no clue to go on,

a token of his love. If the woman had that item with her, then it would prove that she and the girl are one and

I have some news to report,” said Gordon after he knocked on

Danrique while putting his pocket

down as he made his report. “I’ve searched every inch of Casino Inferno, but the woman’s identity cards are nowhere to be found. The employees

they said they found

that

who owned that yacht. I

place the woman went after she fled. We

gain access to the surveillance camera,” ordered