Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qInitially, Francesca took Layla's advice to heart and planned to call Danrique, but before she could initiate the conversation, it seemed he had given up on her.

Francesca could not help but feel dejected and hated herself for being vulnerable.

She kept reminding herself not to think of Danrique anymore. It's time to cut ties with that man. I don't want to have anything to do with him anymore!

“Sloan, why does Ms. Felch look so calm? Is she not mad?” a bodyguard asked out of curiosity.

He was observing Francesca from the rear-view mirror while waiting in a car nearby.

“Ms. Felch is not an expressive person,” Sloan said with a wry smile. “She's used to putting up a tough front.”

“What should we do now? Should we retreat?” the bodyguard asked.

“Let's retreat and wait for those two to appear!”

“All right. Got it!”

the bodyguard, Sloan called Sean. The call connected within

we just met Ms. Felch. We're

appear.” Sean ordered. “By the way, did you plant the listening devices properly? Ms. Felch didn't

phone. Everything should be fine,” Sloan said. “But I dare

that?” Sean froze for a bit, but the name soon rang a bell.

Sloan answered. “He drives Ms. Felch to everywhere she wants to go, and I also

instantly

now, someone named Anthony emerged. Not only does he act as her driver, but they're also

wonder if they're

go with the plan,” Sean interrupted and diverted Sloan's attention as he was afraid the latter might say something that would further agitate

Felch in secret. Now that you're in hiding, I'm sure they'll show

“Got it!”

to Danrique. “Calm

What misunderstanding?” Danrique scoffed. “You mean her relationship with William is a misunderstanding? Or do

just think that Ms. Felch is not that kind of