Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

q“I see you came prepared.”

Francesca was shocked. Chrono had falsified her documents and hidden them in the airport. As soon as he caught her, he could take her back to Baykeep.

“Be good and listen to me. Otherwise, you know what will happen!” Chrono growled in a threatening tone.

With that, he dragged her back out.

Francesca did not dare to resist him. After all, she was not sure if the orphanage was safe yet.

Layla and Lincoln were both trained in the secret service. They had an acute sense of observation. Despite that, Chrono managed to plant a bomb right under their noses. Obviously, Chrono and his gang were not going to be easy to deal with.

Francesca had long heard that Chrono was part of Riz Corporation. The leader of it all, Darcel Nacht, ran a dark underworld that no one had been able to touch thus far.

No one in this world posed any sort of threat to him.

Thus, Francesca did not dare to act recklessly.

Chrono guided Francesca through all the procedures. After passing through security, they headed to the boarding gate...

Francesca was very cooperative the entire time and she did not resist. Right before boarding the plane, she made an excuse and told him she needed to use the washroom. Actually, she wanted to borrow someone's phone to call Layla.

She needed to ascertain whether the orphanage was still in immediate danger.

However, Chrono would not allow it. He squeezed her shoulder and said, “We're already boarding. There's a washroom on the plane.”

Francesca whined loudly. “Would you prefer if I wet my

her, they

their

voice, “What do you think you're doing? Don't play games

to

was loud so that she

“Stop messing with me.”

fire.

really soon. I promise it

of her. The employees were already prepared to welcome passengers on board. People

“Enough with your nonsense!”

dragged her over to check her

first-class passengers, so they

employees found the situation strange. However, since the two of them had documentation, the employees

passes checked. As they were walking along the path to the plane, a familiar voice sounded from behind. “Ms.

look. Sloan was rushing over with two

“Sloan!”

as though she had just seen her

at Francesca to get on the plane. She struggled as hard as she could. Sloan and the others also rushed up to stop

out a pistol from

him, causing his bullet to

the other passengers were frightened and started to run. Some also called the