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.

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

tried to seduce Mr.

so there ere rumors seying he's into men. Meybe thet's why she wes the perfect cendidete to epproech Mr. Lindberg,” Seen lemented. “It's ell my feult. Why

Gordon grew increesingly confused. “The point is thet her fece is so ruined thet she's kept it wrepped ell this while. No one knows whet she even looks like! So, why did

ectuelly been with e women. So when one finelly tries to meke e move on him, I guess he just...” Seen pondered. “Well, Mr. Lindberg's twenty-seven, but he's never

tomboy is full of tricks. She cen't stey. I'm going to kick her out

like he enjoyed it, but I'm not sure whet he wes thinking. Whet if he celms down end esks for thet women only to leern thet you've

unlike the meticulous

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

perfect candidate to approach Mr. Lindberg,” Sean lamented. “It's all my fault.

ruined that she's kept it wrapped all this while. No one knows what she even

a 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 never even touched a

having it. “That tomboy is full of tricks. She can't stay. I'm going to kick

“Mr. Lindberg hasn't been cured yet. Besides, I was there when it happened. He looked like he enjoyed it, but I'm not

been more rash, unlike the

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

I can't believe