Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1942

Donald rushed up the stairs, but behind him, Hazel halted in her tracks.She overheard Norah ordering the maids to prepare the evening gowns and the stylists to dress Francesca up.

Something occurred to her, and her expression changed drastically.She seemed flustered.

"Ms.Atkinson!"

Suddenly, Sean's voice cut her thoughts short.She came back around and schooled her expression into a calm one before meeting Sean's gaze.

"Yes, Sean?"

"Mr.Lindberg is waiting for you in the study room.This way, please."

Sean gestured for Donald and Hazel to follow him upstairs.They walked past Francesca's room.The maids were showing Francesca the evening gowns, and she seemed shocked.

"What's going on? Why do I have to pick one?" she asked.

"You'll be Mr.Lindberg’s partner for the banquet tonight"

Hearing that, Hazel froze momentarily.

Surprised, Donald demanded, "What's going on? Is Mr.Lindberg bringing her to Mr.Adams’ banquet?"

"Well..."

Sean seemed stumped.

Instead of answering the question, he knocked on the door of the study room and pushed it open.

"This way, please."

"Mr.Donald, I believe you need to talk to Mr.Lindberg in private."

Hazel suddenly spoke up.

it and come back

her and immediately put

right.I shall talk

"Sure.Come on in"

he asked a

room without hesitation and

"Can I come in?"

Hazel's voice instantly, for the latter

"Please come in!"

sofa, sipping

were displaying a bunch of lavish evening gowns

the

across her

no see, Ms.Cece.I heard you were

"I'm doing well."

Francesca smiled at her.

"Have a seat."

"Thank you."

the sofa across

coffee and left them

Do you have

hated it when people tried to beat around

gowns are

of evening gowns

when she realized they

but Mr.Lindberg reserved them for you

free to choose and take anything

Hazel was trained since young

would've jolted up