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.

it's not 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

her call was outright declined.

number

turned as grim as a graveyard as she mocked herself for trying to

tossing her reasoning out the window, the woman wanted nothing more than to fly over

when Francesca was about to go crazy, her

the call, thinking it was Danrique on

a good time?

not want to worry Layla, so she did her best to control

“How's your recovery?”

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

it doesn't look good. There was nothing the hospital could do to help, so I had no choice but

over.” Francesca

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