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.

he was taking care of her at that moment, she was going to recover first before finding an

right?” Danrique said

big, and handsome, yet he has a one-track mind. How can he think I that I used my body to block a bullet

Have we met somewhere before?”

couldn't shake the feeling that she looked really familiar,

think we've met

was Francesco, he might think she was playing

true identity, she

have the nerve to ask her any more questions or even

his head

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, even Sean's getting suspicious. It'll only be a matter of

for the next few days. She rarely saw him, which meant she

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

wanted her wound to recover as soon as possible so she could book

had recovered a lot, so much so that she could walk freely. That day,

“Hello? It's me!”