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.

Hazel's trying to gain attention by fabricating a scandal; maybe it's just a part of Danrique's marketing strategy. I have to believe that he won't cheat

Danrique again. This time, her call was outright declined. When she

her phone number

face turned as grim as a graveyard as she

more than to

to go crazy,

was Danrique on the other end of the

“Is this a good time? Can I talk

to worry Layla, so she did her best

“How's your recovery?”

much better now; I can move around without any trouble. What's wrong, Ms. Layla? Did

look good. There was nothing the hospital could do to help, so I had

over.” Francesca

know I shouldn't have called you, but Lacy is hanging by