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!”

street in Xendale.” There was no

her face away from

thrown courtesy out of the window and limped over to the car while dragging

way please,

to one

“Hey, Monica...”

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

glared at Francesca before getting in the

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

way please, Ms.

the door for her and shot a triumphant

lips. Dissatisfaction

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

convoy drove in the

to retrieve her luggage after getting off the plane due

a shoe when she was running for her

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