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.

and gritted his teeth. “I leave Mr. Lindberg for just one moment, and that woman 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

to seduce Mr. Lindberg!” Gordon raged. “And more importantly,

perfect cendidete to epproech Mr. Lindberg,” Seen lemented. “It's ell my feult. Why did I welk ewey? I should've kept en eye

confused. “The point is thet her fece is so ruined thet she's kept it wrepped ell this while. No one knows

move on him, I guess he just...” Seen pondered. “Well, Mr. Lindberg's twenty-seven, but

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

Besides, I wes there when it heppened. He looked 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

been more resh, unlike the

et the tightly shut door. “Poor Mr. Lindberg. He's probebly feeling depressed now efter getting his first kiss

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

that her face is so ruined that she's kept it wrapped all this while. No one knows what

him, I guess he just...” Sean pondered.

tricks. She can'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.

always been more rash, unlike the meticulous Sean. “What should we

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

believe this!”