Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qFrancesca shuddered before turning around.

Danrique was dressed in a white suit. His crisp look could outshine all the princes in fairytales by ten thousand times.

Francesca's heart began to race.

Damn it.

Why must this man be so good looking?

“Mr. Lindberg!” With a smile, William explained, “Dr. Felch helped me with a medical diagnosis last night and is one of my guests, which is why I have invited Dr. Felch for lunch with us!”

“So you can earn double?” Danrique cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Not like it's stopping me from taking care of your illness.” Francesca rolled her eyes in response. “Plus, I just gave him a diagnosis. I have yet to actually start the treatment.”

“Haha.” William chuckled. “Mr. Lindberg is just messing with you. We're good friends. He wouldn't be bothered by this, right Mr. Lindberg?”

“Mmm.” Danrique uttered a half-hearted response before passing from behind Francesca to take a seat beside William.

“This way, Dr. Felch!” Robin instantly stepped forward to greet Francesca.

Francesca took a seat opposite the two men. While arranging the napkins on the table, she kept her gaze on Danrique. “Even though your fever has subsided, your condition is still unstable. After you've finished your business tonight, it is advisable for you to return as soon as possible...”

Danrique

finished,” asserted Francesca. “You're not to drink,

Danrique had picked up the wine glass next to him and took a giant

you...” Francesca began

With annoyance written all over

voice and huffed. “If your

of them argued was like an

uneasy. Even so, he maintained a charming smile on his face. “All doctors want the

when have you become so annoying as well?” Danrique gave William a

lightly before changing the subject. “Dig in, everyone! I had asked the kitchen to

“Thank you!”

up her glass for a sip of juice when she suddenly realized her mask was

the other hand, she would not be able to eat

and Danrique were talking to each other in another language in low

they were occupied

she did not even wash her face. Her hair was short, and she was wearing a unisex outfit, a stark contrast to how she looked when she dressed as a dancer. Perhaps Danrique wouldn't be able to

she pulled the mask down to her chin, lowered her head

Danrique. At first, his attention

he accidentally scanned the opposite side. It