Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 2283 Becoming Stronger

How am I going to find someone as good as her? How am I going to face Mr. Lincoln? What am I going to tell Lincoln and Anthony? What about the kids at the children’s home?

What about me? Tears escaped from the corner of her eyes, and Francesca’s eyes fluttered shut. Sloan’s naive yet handsome face emerged in her mind.

Back when they first met, she still did not have her memories yet. The first time she summoned a beast with the summoning spell, Sloan was starry-eyed.

From then on, he became her fan. To help her out, he even went against Danrique’s orders and let her go sneakily. Every time he received the task to protect her, he carried it out to the best of his ability.

Every time she fought with Danrique, he would defend her. To her, Sloan was not just a bodyguard; he was her buddy in the Lindberg family.

This time, he impulsively broke into the prison with Layla to rescue her. He was someone who had gone through rigorous training, so how could he not know that he was running straight to his death?

He definitely knew it. But he still came because she was the one he admired and wanted to protect most.

were Sloan’s good friends, and they were often tasked

they had blindly followed Sloan there. In

cruel scenes was like a knife through Francesca’s heart. Her twenty-one years of living had been eventful,

she felt the most

this time, Francesca abhorred the masterminds—the president and his

set her up and killed Layla, Sloan, Morty, and Zolt. Francesca was never going to let

mind, a new motivation to live burned

only then

not be the lamb waiting to

listening to Layla. She should have created more powerful weapons and poison and brought them along with her. She could

was peaceful

mighty she was, she could

wonder how Danrique is doing now. Is he back? Will he

stared at the dark cave for a while before forcing herself to sit upright. Then, she gobbled down the wild berries

quickly as she could so that she

had to