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!”

you, you'll be freezing your butt off in some street in Xendale.” There was no warmth in Danrique's voice. It was cold as ice and laced with arrogance. “Come

Francesca turned her face away from

and limped over to the

please, Ms.

her over to one of the cars at

“Hey, Monica...”

didn't expect Monica's will to be that frail. I can't keep up the act if she

getting in the

Francesca's heart softened. With a

way please, Ms.

door for her and shot

pursed his lips. Dissatisfaction

didn't expect the arrogant Ms. Felch would come to Mr. Lindberg of her own accord. It looks like

in the direction of

get a chance to retrieve her luggage after getting off the plane

even lost a shoe when she

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