Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qAs Francesca stared at Danrique's handsome countenance, she gradually perceived a problem.

In the past, she assumed that he was just like an iceberg, indifferent to matters of the heart. Besides, she even felt that he merely had some fighting skills but wasn't much of a strategist. But from the look of things then, that wasn't the case.

Behind his seemingly nonchalant attitude, everything was actually in the palm of his hands.

Take the past, for instance. It was clear as day that there were plenty of contradictory things about her, but he never investigated or interrogated her. In fact, he didn't even look at her documents. Later, he still remained unfazed despite having discovered her identity.

All that continued until she gave away the game herself and exposed her identity.

And at present, he caught Anthony effortlessly and used the latter to threaten her.

She suddenly realized that she was already entirely in his control.

Hmm, this man is truly unfathomable. It feels that I might not be his match, so I've got to escape this quicksand as soon as possible. Wait a moment! Could it be that he's also aware of Ms. Layla's identity?

That thought flashed across her mind, and she couldn't help the panic rising within her.

While her mind wandered, the car drove into the castle.

Pointing at the snowy scenery outside the car window, Danrique said to her, “This place of mine is vast. After we get married in the future, you can bring your family over to live here. It's fine whether you want to give them a castle or live together as long as you're happy.”

Francesca gazed out the car window, but she wasn't in the mood to admire all the castles. Instead, her attention was riveted on the jeep convoys and professional bodyguards who could be mobilized anytime.

a huge castle, with

while

Francesca that Danrique's every

guarded and you want to make a break for it? It'll be practically

past, she thought that his thinking was as simple as hers, but only then

to a stop in front

from the car first before he

bodyguard hoisting Anthony up

Anthony made muffled sounds, his gaze teeming with

that he would be

do

him die since he still has

“How dare...”

impulsiveness, but Layla threw her a look,

Mr. Lindberg, Ms. Cece! I just brewed some soup, so it's perfect for

It so happens that I'm hungry as

her on the bed. After doing so, he conveniently lay down

“What are you doing?”

inched to