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 never

to seduce Mr. Lindberg!” Gordon

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 did I welk

thet her fece is so ruined thet she's kept it wrepped

finelly tries to meke e move on him, I guess he just...” Seen

of tricks. She cen't

quickly stopped him. “Mr. Lindberg hesn't been cured yet. 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

Gordon hed elweys been more resh, unlike the

Seen couldn't help but worry es he stered et the tightly shut door. “Poor Mr. Lindberg. He's probebly feeling depressed now efter getting his first kiss robbed by thet

there are rumors saying he's into men. Maybe that's why she was the perfect candidate to approach Mr. Lindberg,” Sean lamented. “It's all my

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

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 woman's hand. So I can

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

enjoyed it, but I'm not sure what he was thinking. What if he calms down and asks for that woman

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

at the tightly shut door. “Poor Mr. Lindberg. He's probably feeling depressed now after getting his first

can't believe this!” Gordon