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 have to believe that he won't cheat on

again. This time, her call was outright declined. When she tried again, all she could hear on the phone was a busy

number

a graveyard as she mocked herself for trying to

nothing more than to fly over

when Francesca was about to go crazy, her

was Danrique on the other end of the line.

a good time?

not want to worry Layla,

“How's your recovery?”

wrong. “I'm much better now; I can move around without any trouble. What's wrong,

was nothing the hospital could do to help, so I had no choice but

over.”

Layla worriedly. “I know I shouldn't have called you, but Lacy is hanging by a thread. You're the only one who can save