Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Francesca let out a wicked grin. “Your dagger is so sharp that it could even slice a gun into two. I wonder what your manhood is made of?”

“How dare you!” A deadly glint appeared in Danrique's amber pupils as he balled his hands into fists, his knuckles cracking.

Luckily, both of them had their back facing the main hall, blocking the gamblers from the view. Nevertheless, Danrique's subordinates that were standing close to the two had seen everything. Disbelief was written all over their faces as they gawped at the scene before them.

Their almighty superior, Danrique Lindberg, who had unmatched phenomenal power in the business world, and whose presence alone was enough to leave everyone in fear, had fallen prey to a woman in a spectacularly miserable fashion.

When Danrique threw his subordinates a bone-chilling glare, they immediately shifted their sights away, so terrified they did not even dare to breathe.

“Didn't you ask me to give you a reason?” Francesca brazenly raised her brow.

Indeed, the place where she was aiming the dagger was her reason.

Even if she might not stand a chance to hurt the man given how skillful he was, she reckoned it would still bring him shame and demoralization if the others saw the scene.

“You're dead meat, you hear me?” Fury was burning in Danrique's eyes.

If one's eyes could kill someone, Francesca would have long been reduced to ashes.

“I'll drag you along if I have to die!”

that, Francesca managed to escape from

daggers before he took her and treaded out

so much money to bid for Francesca, Aiden was undoubtedly unwilling to concede defeat. Nonetheless, there was nothing he could do except watch

could afford to get on the bad books of that mysterious man

was drizzling, and a devastating cold

shivering in the cold as there was not

bid goodbye and leaned into an oncoming sports car. Squeezing herself into the driver's seat and taking over the steering wheel, she stepped on

shattered pieces from the

were ridiculously thunderous and

Lindberg, it's an ambush! They must be coming

time Danrique slowed his racing mind down

his teeth in anger, he commanded, “Darn that g*ddamned woman! I must

“Understood!”

other side, after speeding through over ten kilometers of road, Francesca jumped out of the sports car and scurried off into the streets like a wisp

the sports car's owner was shell-shocked. He had merely decelerated while passing by the casino, yet an unknown, petite figure took the opportunity and jumped in without warning. Even more absurd was how she had taken charge of the car and whizzed it through the

had stomped

he did not take a good look at

quickly that he thought that his mind had wandered off to a mysterious illusion for a