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.

an appetite, Danrique greeted Robin casually before heading into his bedroom to

Lindberg isn't feeling well, I'll take my

ready to leave, with the latter escorting

concoction she had made, and her

the other hand, stared at her in shock

him before making her way around

as Sean was about to follow her,

“What is it?”

first thought she was a young man, but now that I've taken a closer

“You just asked me so many questions at a time. Where should I begin? Anyway, why do you seem so

lot like someone I know...”

“Who?”

Robin paused briefly. “Like the daughter of

“Oh.”

there!” Robin

injured her face. I guess she's wearing a mask because she doesn't want anyone to see what her

Robin's gaze fell, as though he was pondering over

relative's last name

head. “All right, I shan't take up any more of your time. I have