Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qFrancesca was lost for words. What did I do? Why do they think I'm a female pervert? They thought I wanted to sleep with Danrique and offered Sloan as a sacrifice.

“Dr. Felch, if he isn't to your liking, I shall summon the others later...” Sean offered earnestly, for he wanted to solve the problem for his employer.

“No need.” Francesca's expression darkened as she declared coolly, “I want Mr. Lindberg. No one else can take his place!”

They took me for a pervert, so I shall make it the truth! Otherwise, I would've been wrongly accused for nothing.

Everyone gazed at her in shock.

Oh, what a brazen woman. She's being shamelessly open with her feelings and does whatever she wants...

“Hey!” Danrique's face flushed a dark red in anger.

“Dr. Felch, Mr. Lindberg is in love with someone else. You can't force him to like you,” Sean replied in exasperation.

“I don't care. I want him!” Francesca demanded.

She was inwardly pleased to see Danrique's upset face and even reached out to pinch his chin. “You're a hunk, huh?”

“Scram!” Danrique slapped her hand away and glared at her in disgust. “If you lay a hand on me again, I shall chop your hand off!”

in exchange for your life. It's a bargain,” Francesca replied cheerfully instead

understand—if he were to chop her arm off, no one else

she said it was a bargain to get his

“Hey!”

his top, but Francesca grinned and told him, “Bear with me until you get cured. No, even if I managed

barked impatiently.

Gordon shared a

her, but changed his mind and swallowed his

Francesca shut her mouth and raised

a wise man knew when to back

in a warning manner before leaning into

was feeling unwell, but she

no choice but to

confront him head-on.

he was the winner, but the real

a leash, but

back home took over three hours by

condition worsened, for his temperature kept

to figure out a

forehead, “Taking medicine won't do him any help. We need to return to the mountain so I