Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qDanrique fell into silence as he heard that. “It does seem that way,” he murmured, his brows creasing.

“Then...”

“That d*mned woman.”

The man clenched his teeth in rage, but his wound began to hurt just as he was about to say anything more.

“It's fine as long as you're aware of what she's like. Don't be fooled,” Sean remarked with concern. “You've never dated anyone before, after all, so it's possible you might fall for her schemes.”

“Kick her out once I've recovered.” Danrique frowned. “Also, get Gordon to keep looking into Francesco's whereabouts.”

“Yes, Sir,” Sean replied with a nod. “I'll get some information from Robin since he's been looking for the same person.”

“Okay,” Danrique answered before slumping into the sofa.

Just then, Robin knocked on the door and entered with a few attendants and a cart full of food.

“Good evening, Mr. Lindberg. It's time for dinner,” said Robin politely. “His Highness has specifically hired a Chanaean chef to prepare you your favorite dishes.”

“Thank you.” Sean hastily welcomed them.

much of an appetite, Danrique greeted Robin casually before heading into

feeling well, I'll

ready to leave, with the latter escorting

to return with the concoction

nothing of their encounter. Robin, on the other hand, stared at her in

him before making her way around them and

Sean was about to follow her, Robin quickly grabbed hold of him.

“What is it?”

mask on?” Robin couldn't contain his curiosity. “I first thought she was a young man, but now that I've taken a

many questions at a time. Where should I begin? Anyway, why do you seem so

someone I know...”

“Who?”

paused briefly. “Like the

“Oh.”

Robin

car accident and injured her face. I guess she's wearing a mask because she doesn't want anyone to see what her face looks like now. We don't know her name either. She only refers to herself as

fell, as though he was pondering

relative's last name Felch,

Robin shook his head. “All right, I shan't take up any more