Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 2302 Homecoming

Just as Anthony took a few steps, he recalled something. “This can’t be right. Didn’t General Jablonski mention that he’ll be fetching us tomorrow to Xendale?”

“Ah, yes! Forget the air ticket, then. We’ll travel light.” “Okay.” With that said, Anthony bolted off to make the necessary preparations.

Francesca, in turn, jotted down all thirteen sets of contact numbers before closing the ledger and placing it into the safe. Following that, she returned to her room to wash up.

Out of the blue, Layla’s words rang in her mind. ”No matter how capable we are, Francesca, there’s always a limit to what we can do by ourselves. You have to pick up more skills to protect yourself.”

Those words had never made sense to Francesca in the past. She had always frowned upon social butterflies, for she reckoned that she would never ever have to deign to beg others.

Yet, right then, she gradually saw the light. She knew that she had to become stronger, by hook or by crook, because only then would she be able to protect her loved ones.

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I couldn’t even do anything to fight back. But now, I know I can’t stay like this anymore. I

awakened by a loud rumble. As he opened his eyes, he kept

light, he said in a hushed tone,

old bugger. He even dispatched the military to track me down

retreat, Mr. Lindberg?” asked Sean softly. “I’m worried he might send someone

said that, an explosion

a one-eighty at that. He dashed toward the window and glanced out to check, only to find

formation, the president must

to hinder the enemies while the others stayed behind at the villa as

“Fall back!”

spearheading the retreat with Sean and the rest under the cover of his subordinates. In actuality, Danrique had planned beforehand and planted a time bomb somewhere in the villa. Right when all of them got out of

deafening sound reverberated through the

president’s henchmen were annihilated, and many of

away from the fiery flames and smoking ground, Danrique looked nothing less

five in the morning. The once quiet and serene atmosphere of the villa had since been disrupted by explosions and gunshots. Even the birds and other wildlife in

all kept their guard

Gordon over the phone and requested