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.

moment, and that woman makes a move on him,” he remarked softly. “It's no wonder I've been having

believe a tomboy like her tried to seduce

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

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 Mr. Lindberg

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

heving it. “Thet tomboy is full of tricks. She cen't stey. I'm going to

been cured yet. Besides, I wes there when it heppened. He looked like he enjoyed it, but

resh, unlike the meticulous

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

so there are rumors saying he's into men. Maybe that's why she was the perfect candidate to approach Mr. Lindberg,”

is so ruined that she's kept it wrapped all this

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 kind of understand why this

tricks. She

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

always been more rash, unlike the meticulous Sean.

Mr. Lindberg has to say.” Sean couldn't help but worry as he stared at the tightly shut door. “Poor Mr. Lindberg.

believe this!” Gordon