Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qFrancesca threw himself on the bed as soon as the room was empty once again and let the jewels fall through her trembling fingers. “I'm going to be rich!”

The number of precious jewels on her bed at that instant was almost comparable to all the wealth she possessed in the world.

Danrique is far richer than I thought. Could I possibly achieve my dream of achieving financial freedom and traveling the world by the age of thirty ahead of schedule?

Francesca was beginning to grow comfortable with the idea of having somebody as tolerable as Danrique who was willing to pamper her all her life.

In fact, she mused, it wasn't a bad life at all.

I could just stay here.

Francesca was about to succumb to temptation when she roused herself with a fierce little shake of her head. No! Not like this like this. If I stay, I'll have to get married and have children. Having a baby really hurts. Worst of all, I'll be chained for life after having a child. It'll be too late for me to leave then.

Being used to a free life, Francesca felt suffocated at the very thought of being tied down. Preferring to take her own orders, she hated being involved in a large family filled with schemers and politics.

cause. She could not see herself engaged in

shown themselves over the past couple of days. I wonder what other surprises

the jewelry back into their

wage I can accept is

fees, with a myriad of expenses cunningly tacked on, Francesca justified her income as

to establish a relationship with me. Since I don't plan on staying,

door creaked open while she was lost

gazed at her tenderly. “Do you

do.” Francesca sat up from the bed, her eyes

smiled warmly. “Pick something to

open. “You're taking me

worry, nobody will dare

from her a little too

Danrique looked at her