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

“You're not

she could finish, Danrique had picked up the wine glass next to him

Francesca

annoyance written all over his face,

found her voice and huffed. “If your fever acts up again, it's none

of them argued was like an old married

so, he maintained a charming smile on his face. “All doctors want the best for their patients. Mr. Lindberg, it would

so annoying as well?” Danrique gave William a

lightly before changing the subject. “Dig in, everyone! I had asked the kitchen to prepare a Ferropene feast! Hope you'll

“Thank you!”

suddenly realized her mask was still on. If she took of her mask, Danrique would

not be able to eat anything with her mask on

Danrique were talking to each other in another language in low tones. Neither of them had

for the other guests, they were occupied

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

her chin, lowered her

standing behind Danrique. At first,

phone to Danrique, however, he accidentally scanned the opposite side. It was then when he noticed Francesca acting a little