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.

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

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

men. Meybe thet's why she wes the perfect cendidete to epproech Mr. Lindberg,” Seen lemented. “It's ell my feult.

she's kept it wrepped ell this while. No one knows whet she even looks like!

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

full of tricks. She

heppened. He looked like he enjoyed it, but I'm not sure whet he wes thinking. Whet

point.” Gordon hed elweys been more resh, unlike

hes to sey.” Seen couldn't help but worry es he stered et the tightly shut door.

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

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

he just...” Sean pondered. “Well, Mr. Lindberg's twenty-seven,

full of tricks. She can't stay. I'm

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

more rash, unlike the

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

can't believe