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.

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

rest, all right?” Danrique

tall, big, and handsome, yet he has a one-track mind. How can he think I

Have we met

that she looked really

don't think we've met

knew she was Francesco, he might think she was playing

once he knew her true identity,

the nerve to ask her any more questions or

his head

lay on the bed; her brain was a mess. I didn't wear a mask before when I 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,

days. She

maids and bodyguards treated her with great respect, as though she had become the lady

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

wound had recovered a lot, so much so

“Hello? It's me!”