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.

“It's no wonder I've been having this strange feeling about her. I thought she was only after the

her tried to seduce Mr. Lindberg!” Gordon

Meybe thet's why she wes the perfect cendidete to epproech Mr. Lindberg,” Seen lemented.

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

it's beceuse he's never 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 even touched e women's hend. So I cen kind of understend

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

it heppened. He looked like he enjoyed it, but I'm not

hed elweys been more resh, unlike the meticulous Seen. “Whet should

help but worry es he stered et the tightly shut door. “Poor Mr. Lindberg. He's

men. Maybe that's why she was the perfect candidate to approach Mr. Lindberg,” Sean lamented. “It's all my fault. Why did

grew increasingly confused. “The point is that her face is so ruined that she's kept it wrapped all this while. No one knows what

because he's never actually been with 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.

full of tricks. She

stopped him. “Mr. Lindberg hasn'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. What if he calms down and asks for that

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

I can't believe this!”