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.

appetite, Danrique greeted Robin casually before

feeling well, I'll take my leave

before getting ready to leave, with

to return with the concoction she had made, and her eyes met

of their encounter. Robin, on the other hand, stared at

before making her way around them

follow her, Robin quickly grabbed

“What is it?”

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

asked me so many questions at a time. Where should I begin? Anyway, why do you seem so interested in Mr. Lindberg's

lot like someone I know...” Robin

“Who?”

Robin paused briefly. “Like the daughter of a

“Oh.”

Robin pestered. “Answer my

because she doesn't want anyone to see what her face looks

though he

relative's last name

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