Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

q“Then why didn't you say no?”

It was beginning to dawn upon Francesca that she had made a mistake. If I knew we were attending the president's banquet, I would have asked Danrique before giving Monica an answer.

Though ignorant of most social norms, she understood what it meant not to put Danrique in trouble.

Danrique pinched her cheek. “Since you've already promised her, you would no longer have authority at home if I overruled your decision. Even if you made the wrong call, I must respect it since you've made up your mind. I'll help you clean up the mess if things do not go as planned.”

“Oh, Danrique...”

Those words touched Francesca. She had never once thought that Danrique could be so sensitive, responsible, and thoughtful.

“There's no need to place your safety in somebody else's hands.” Danrique caressed her head. “Aside from protecting yourself, I should be the only person you could trust wholly.”

“Hmm.” Francesca nodded solemnly, feeling very moved.

Danrique did not say anything else. He reached out to pull her into his embrace and kiss her tenderly on the forehead.

“Is my outfit today too simple? They said I looked too plain without accessories. Will it embarrass you?”

began to feel insecure. She was always stuck in her ways and

was always thinking

“My woman should never accommodate others.

then?” Francesca was still not assured. “Will I become an eyesore

eyes of those who think that you're an eyesore,” Danrique growled. “Besides, my reputation is the

to give Danrique a fierce kiss, who held the back of her head and reciprocated in a domineering

the couple

felt that they would be

the presidential palace. A bodyguard marched over to open the

before freezing in surprise at

“Good evening!” Francesca smiled.

before her. They were all from the three great families. Donald was also

“Er...”

froze in shock

and took the initiative to greet her as if they were old friends. “It's been a long time, Ms.

time no see,” Francesca responded