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!”

Francesca managed to escape from

her daggers before he took

Aiden was undoubtedly unwilling to concede

to get on the bad books of that mysterious

the sky was drizzling, and a devastating cold

not help but sneeze. Her body was shivering in the

she 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 the accelerator

chase after her, a deafening blast sounded from inside the casino. The shattered pieces from the explosion scattered in all directions. Simultaneously, a siren from a car resonated through

were ridiculously

ambush! They must be coming

now!” By the time Danrique slowed his racing

he commanded, “Darn that g*ddamned woman! I must find her! Run a citywide search to

“Understood!”

of road, Francesca jumped out of the sports car

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 roads like a bolt

react, she had stomped on the brakes impulsively and

time, and therefore he did not take a good look

so quickly that he thought that his mind had wandered off