Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

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Wondering if he had gone to the study room, Francesca put on her coat and headed out to look for him. A maid greeted her as soon as she opened the door. “Good morning, Ms. Felch.”

“Is Danrique inside the study room?” Francesca asked softly. “Well…” The maid kept her head low, not daring to speak.

Without another word, Francesca made her way to the study room. She pushed the door open and found the room completely dark, and there was no one inside when she switched on the lights.

Something felt amiss to her at that very moment. “Is anybody there?” she shouted. “Yes, Ms. Felch!” Sloan came running upstairs.

“Where’s Danrique?” Francesca asked anxiously. “Mr. Lindberg is…”

“Mr. Lindberg is on his way to M Nation.” Gordon walked in. “He just boarded the plane.” “Danrique’s flying to M Nation?” Francesca’s eyes widened in shock. “When did he leave?”

She paused briefly before muttering to herself, “If he’s just about to board, that means he’s been gone for over an hour…”

Rage overtook her instantly. “That jerk! He actually left while I was asleep? What is he doing, running off to M Nation right after coming back home?”

“Please don’t be upset, Ms. Felch,” Sloan consoled immediately. “Mr. Lindberg has some matters to take care of.”

Lindberg has work to

all day. Now that

he has work to do, he could’ve just told me. Why did he have to sneak out like that?” she commented in exasperation and indignance. “Couldn’t he have just said his

worried you’d be mad

will he be back?” Francesca asked, sounding worried. “Did

We’re really not sure how long he’ll be away, but he’ll definitely come back once he’s done

no point questioning them any

returned to the bedroom and plopped herself

keep watch outside before leaving to run his

number, thinking that perhaps the private

couldn’t reach him. I

me once

leaving him a text message, the woman sprawled on the bed. The

few hours ago, and now he’s

She felt extremely aggrieved.

Danrique was reviewing some documents on his private jet when Sean poured him a hot cup of tea. “You’ve been working really hard, Mr. Lindberg. You didn’t even get to have a proper