Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qFrancesca was stunned. She looked out of the window with a dumbfounded expression. W-What's going on?

“The man who shot you had just been executed, Ms. Cece,” Sean informed politely. “Do you want to take a look?”

“Uh, there's no need for that.” She shook her head.

“No need to worry.” He smiled and explained, “This is Erihal. Nobles in Erihal have the right to possess weapons and kill people.”

She stared at him as she was certain that there was a hidden meaning behind the lines.

It seemed like he was reminding her that if she pissed off Danrique, she might not be able to leave the building alive...

“No need to be scared.” Danrique looked at her gently. “I won't let anyone hurt you!”

“Uh, about that...” She wanted to tell him that she didn't block to bullet for him on purpose.

It was just her being unlucky enough to fall into his embrace moments before the hostile gunmen fired at him.

She decided not to tell him that because being alive was far more important than setting the record straight.

that moment, she was going to recover first before finding an opportunity to

right?” Danrique said

a one-track mind.

Ms. Cece. Have we met somewhere before?” Sean

really familiar, but he couldn't recall where

we've met before,”

was Francesco, he might

true identity, she might really

Sean didn't have the nerve to ask her any more questions or even

his head and

was posing as a dancer. There was only a wig disguising my appearance. Now that I'm not wearing any makeup or wigs, there's no doubt I resemble Francesco now. Hell, even Sean's getting suspicious. It'll only be a matter of time before Danrique figures out who I am, even with his love-obsessed mind. So, I need to figure out how to

few days. She rarely saw him, which meant she could

with great respect, as though

recover as soon as possible so she could book it out of

so much so that she could walk freely. That day, she asked for

“Hello? It's me!”