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.

of her at that moment, she was going

rest, all right?” Danrique said before

he has a one-track mind. How can he think I that I

seem quite familiar, Ms. Cece. Have we

looked really familiar, but he couldn't

don't think we've met

she was Francesco, he

he knew her true identity, she might really be

any more

lowered his

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 leave this place as

next few days. She rarely saw

with great respect, as though she had

wound to recover as soon as possible so she could

so that she could walk freely. That day,

“Hello? It's me!”