Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qThat's Hazel's voice! Francesca grew so enraged that her hand began to shake as she clenched her phone. Like a bomb, the woman was ready to explode. “Danrique Lindberg!”

The shout was so loud that it almost deafened Danrique. With his eyebrows furrowed, the man was about to explain himself when he was distracted by a noise outside.

“You better have a good explanation for that. Otherwise, I'll—” Before Francesca could finish her sentence, the call ended.

The woman stared at her phone with widened eyes because she could not believe what had just happened. Did he just hang up on me? At a moment like this? This means he must be guilty of seeing that woman!

Francesca's heart hurt even more when she thought about how Danrique had hugged and kissed her before leaving. The man had even proposed to her romantically.

Suddenly, everything seemed like a big fat joke to her. How naive and stupid can I be? Why did I believe his words?

When Francesca felt as though she was on the brink of losing her mind, she felt a sharp pain from the wound behind her head.

The woman then reminded herself to stay calm as she leaned back on the sofa while holding her head.

what I think; maybe Hazel's trying to gain attention by fabricating a scandal; maybe it's just a part of Danrique's marketing strategy. I

her emotions and tried calling Danrique again. This time, her call was outright

number

Francesca's face turned as grim as a graveyard as she mocked herself for trying to defend

reasoning out the window, the woman wanted nothing more than to fly over to Summerbank to strangle both Danrique and

about to go

was Danrique on the other end of the line.

“Is this a

to worry Layla, so she

“How's your recovery?”

that something was wrong. “I'm much better now; I can move around without any

complications, and it doesn't look good. There was nothing the hospital could do to help, so

be right over.” Francesca

but Lacy is hanging by a thread. You're