Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qWhen Francesca woke up, she realized she was in a white room.

All the decorations in the room were mainly white with a touch of other plain colors. It looked refreshing and romantic.

Just as she was still observing the room with a blank mind, a few maids suddenly entered the room and greeted her politely. “You're awake, Ms. Cece.”

Francesca was dumbfounded. Ms. Cece?

“Greetings. My name is Norah, the stewardess of this castle. Mr. Lindberg had asked us to take good care of you. How are you feeling right now? Does your wound still hurt? I've already asked someone to call the doctor.” A foreign middle-aged woman with a warm smile approached the bed Francesca was lying on.

While she was a foreigner, she could speak pretty fluent Chanaean.

“Where am I?” Francesca tried to sit up forcefully.

Two maids swiftly rushed toward her to help her up.

“This is the Lindberg residence in Xendale, Erihal,” Norah explained with a smile. “It's also Mr. Lindberg's home.”

Francesca was shocked. Danrique brought me to his home in Erihal?

door was pushed open. A few female doctors entered the room. They first bowed at

so much pain that she couldn't move properly, so all she could do was to let them examine her. Have they found out about the injury at the back of my brain? Did Danrique know my true identity? I guess I'll

then they wouldn't be calling me Ms. Cece. Still, I suppose that isn't weird, since they're just normal doctors. They're only concerned about treating the gunshot wound on my back. It's unlikely they'll notice the metal hidden inside my noggin. It's good that they don't know, otherwise, Danrique

It'll hurt, but it'll be quick.

Francesca lay down and waited for them to

their movements, but when they applied the ointments, it still caused a little bit of pain. When Francesca let out a small groan of pain, a roar was heard from outside of the door. “Be

“Yes, Mr. Lindberg!”

shaking in their boots and treated the

back and saw Danrique standing at the door, looking at her with furrowed eyebrows. There was worry and anxiety on his

figure out I was lying to him? Did he intentionally bring me here to punish me? Or is he still on his one-track mind thinking that I'm his first love from when

applied and the

with a blanket and stood

walk in. He asked softly,