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.

of an appetite, Danrique greeted Robin

Mr. Lindberg isn't feeling well, I'll take

spoke to Sean briefly before getting ready to

concoction she had made, and her eyes met

the other hand, stared at her

making her way around them and

her, Robin quickly grabbed hold

“What is it?”

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

“You just asked me so many questions at a time. Where should I

lot like someone I know...”

“Who?”

“Like the daughter of a distant

“Oh.”

Robin pestered.

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

as though he was pondering over

Is your relative's last name

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