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!”

a bargain,” Francesca replied cheerfully instead of getting

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

bargain

“Hey!”

until you get cured. No, even if I managed to cure you, you can't touch me. What if you get sick in

impatiently. “Seal her

a look instead of

wanted to defend her, but

stop talking. Will that suffice?” Francesca shut her mouth and raised her

against me, and a wise man knew when

gestured at her in a warning manner before leaning into his seat and shut

was feeling unwell, but she kept annoying

no choice but to

well enough, so she didn't confront him head-on. However, she'd

like he was the winner, but the real winner was none

on a leash,

home took over three hours

his temperature kept rising

to figure out a solution as

do him any help. We need to return to the