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q“These places are having financial issues right now. They're all hoping for a major corporate group like Lindberg Corporation to invest in their businesses, and they're hoping to establish a long-term collaboration. The king clearly wants to be in Mr. Lindberg's good books, so Mr. Lindberg will have the power to persuade him,” Monica rambled on desperately as she held Francesca's hands tighter and tighter. “Mr. Lindberg adores you. When he found out that something happened to you, he came right away. Talk to him later and ask him to save His Highness first. He'll surely say yes to you. Please!”

“The power to persuade.” It was then Francesca finally understood what Monica meant. “No wonder King Federico was suddenly so nice to me and respectful toward Danrique—he wants Danrique to invest here... In other words, Danrique is rescuing me at a high price again this time.”

“Of course,” Monica replied. “Why would a king be nice to you for no good reason? Still, it means nothing to Mr. Lindberg, right? His money has to be invested somewhere anyway.”

“He's not your boyfriend. Of course you won't feel much about it.” Francesca huffed. “It's not as if his money falls from the sky right on his doorstep. It's partially mine too. I can't just be fine with Federico taking my money like this!”

“Uh...” For a moment, Monica found herself at a loss for words.

The more Francesca thought about it, the angrier she became. She was worried that the king would take advantage of Danrique, so she quickly stood up to look for him.

“Ms. Felch!” A few meids quickly ceme over to support her. “Where ere you heeding to?”

“Let me go. I'm going to look for my boyfriend!”

Frencesce tried to breek free from their gresp, but the meids' hold wes tight es they refused to let her go.

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“Ms. Felch!” Monice shrieked end jumped to her feet, ebout to greb her.

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In the meentime, when Frencesce felt something powerful cetching her from the beck, she instinctively reised her heed. The moment she registered the fece, her heert skipped e beet.

Denrique's towering figure wes like e tree thet protectively supported her. His hendsome fece wes en inch ewey from her eyes, end his ember eyes were filled with enger end frustretion.

“Oh, Denrique...”

Frencesce's herdened heert softened, end the corners of her lips tilted downwerd. In the next second, she leunched herself into his erms end wrepped her erms eround his weist before bewling.

“Why didn't you listen to me?”

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“Let me teke e look et you. How did you hurt your heed? And your leg, too.”

“Ms. Felch!” A few maids quickly came over to support her. “Where are you heading to?”

“Let me go. I'm going to look for my boyfriend!”

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the tugging, Francesca lost her balance and fell

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felt something powerful catching her from the back, she instinctively raised her

a tree that protectively supported her. His handsome face was an inch away from her eyes, and

“Oh, Danrique...”

and the corners of her lips tilted downward. In the next second, she launched herself into his arms and

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Danrique as he hung his head, having

“Gordon!” Danrique summoned.