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!”

some street in Xendale.” There was no warmth in Danrique's voice. It was cold as ice and

turned her face away from him, ignoring his

of the window and limped over to the car while dragging

please, Ms.

her over to one of the

“Hey, Monica...”

frail. I can't keep up the act if she gets in the car

the car. “Let's

sentence proved to be useful as Francesca's heart softened. With a bite on her lip,

please, Ms.

the door for her and shot

his lips. Dissatisfaction filled his

It looks like all women are the same when they're in love. They don't mean what

in the

the car, but Francesca still felt chilly. She didn't get a chance to retrieve

lost a shoe when she was

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