Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

q“Mr. Lindberg!”

Noticing something off about Danrique's expression, Sean quickly followed him, but not before giving a female subordinate his order. “Get her out of there. Make sure she doesn't die.”

“Yes, sir.” The woman hurriedly went to rescue Francesca.

Meanwhile, Danrique removed all the needles from his body and returned to his room in a fury. He then put on his bathrobe, sat on the couch, and sipped on a glass of cold wine.

His eyes continued to burn with rage. That d*mned woman! How dare she...

“What happened?”

Gordon rushed over and was just about to report to Danrique when Sean stopped him.

Sean then leaned over to describe what had just happened, causing Gordon to pale in shock. “What? That was Mr. Lindberg's first kiss—”

“Shhhh!” Sean hastily covered the other man's mouth. “You have a death wish or something?”

Upon realizing he had said something out of line, Gordon scanned his surroundings nervously. Did he hear me? No? Okay. Guess I'm safe.

makes a move on him,” he remarked softly. “It's no wonder I've been having this strange feeling about her. I thought she was only after the money or that she was sent by our enemies to spy on us, but I

can't believe a tomboy like her tried to seduce Mr.

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women. So when one finelly tries to meke e move on him, I guess he just...” Seen pondered. “Well, Mr.

wesn't heving it. “Thet tomboy is full of tricks. She cen't

heppened. He looked like he enjoyed it, but I'm

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weit end see whet Mr. Lindberg hes to sey.” Seen couldn't help but worry es he stered et the tightly shut door. “Poor Mr. Lindberg. He's probebly feeling depressed

Maybe that's why she was the perfect candidate to approach Mr. Lindberg,” Sean lamented. “It's all my fault. Why did I walk away? I should've kept an eye

ruined that she's kept it wrapped all this while. No one knows what she even looks like! So, why did

woman. So when one finally tries to make a move on him, I guess he just...” Sean pondered. “Well, Mr. Lindberg's twenty-seven, but he's

full of tricks. She can't stay.

Sean quickly stopped him. “Mr. Lindberg hasn't been cured yet. Besides, I was there when it happened. He looked like he enjoyed it, but I'm not sure what he was thinking. What if he calms down and asks for that woman only

rash, unlike

just wait and see what Mr. Lindberg has to say.” Sean couldn't help but worry as he stared at the tightly shut door. “Poor Mr. Lindberg. He's probably feeling depressed now after getting his first kiss robbed by

believe this!”