qBefore Monica could process what was happening, that group of men had already fled the scene.

The silver convoy formed a semi-circle, protecting them like a guardian descended from heaven.

When the car doors opened, several men got out and lined up in front of the cars. “Ms. Felch,” they greeted in unison.

Seeing each familiar face, Francesca laughed. “Gordon, Sloan, Mylo...”

Her sentence trailed off when she saw Danrique standing in the line. Surprise crossed her face.

Danrique's long legs stepped out of the car. Dressed in a white shirt, he looked delectable. However, his gaze was as cold as the freezing weather.

“So this is the legendary Mr. Lindberg?”

Monica stared at Danrique in a daze.

I've heard that Mr. Lindberg has an unrivaled good look and exuded an aura of a god, striking fear in everyone's heart. So, it's true. That rumor isn't an exaggeration. I thought Prince William was the most handsome man in this world until I met Mr. Lindberg. Only now do I realize the meaning of flawless perfection.

“That's him,” Francesca replied coldly. Her voice edged with anger and resentment as she cussed, “B*stard!”

your butt off in some street in Xendale.” There was no warmth in Danrique's voice.

Francesca turned her face away from

the window and limped over to the car while dragging her injured leg. “Thank you for the timely rescue. I'm

way please, Ms.

her over to one of the cars

“Hey, Monica...”

keep up the

getting in the car. “Let's discuss any issues

Francesca's heart softened. With a bite on her lip, she followed him to his

please, Ms.

and shot a

pursed his lips.

arrogant Ms. Felch would come to Mr. Lindberg of her own accord. It looks like all women are the same when

drove in the direction of the

Francesca still felt chilly. She didn't get a chance to retrieve her luggage after getting off the plane due to the men pursuing her, so she was still dressed

when she was running for her

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