Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 2233

“Then, what should I do now?” asked Monica in a meek voice. “Should I just persuade Ms. Felch to take me with her?”

“Are you out of your mind?” William was bereft of speech. He couldn't even be bothered to continue the meaningless conversation with Monica. “Let me think of something. You may leave.”

“Your Highness...”

Monica still had something else to say, yet a peek at William's irritated countenance was sufficient to compel her into lowering her gaze and backing away.

She felt aggrieved, for she was a senior Interpol detective, after all. All she knew was carrying out investigations and apprehending criminals. She never had a knack for putting on a pretense.

Even so, she had given her all in completing every task that had been assigned to her.

Meanwhile, Francesca was having nightmares the entire night. In her dreams, she could see that Danrique was in danger as he was pinned underneath a vehicle with his legs bathing in a pool of his own blood, seemingly on the verge of death.

Anxious and concerned, she wanted to rush over and rescue him, but it was as though her feet were stuck in the ground, and they wouldn't budge no matter how hard she struggled.

Right at that juncture, the vehicle exploded all of a sudden with a loud boom.

With her eyes widened in disbelief, Francesca gaped at the scene as Danrique was engulfed in the roaring flames.

“No!”

frantic scream before sitting up in bed,

had been dreaming. Be that as it may, the sensation was

the time they

checked her phone and was greeted by nothing but a text from Gordon

her forehead, Francesca

With her mind abuzz with messy thoughts, she slept through several hours more until she

I've made the appointment. We'll meet at North Hotel at one

be a call

I'll be there

glanced at the time. There were still another few hours to go. She couldn't wait for the time to arrive sooner so that she could finally gain more information regarding Danrique's

meet the first lady, Layla reminded, “You have been researching poison and drugs, haven't you? How about hidden weapons and booby traps? Bring some

Francesca refused to heed Layla's advice as she added, “I can't simply

“Then, you—”

assured, Ms. Layla. I'm

her to Danrique's laboratory. While she was there, she

toward her the second it heard her whistling. Coiling itself around her wrist, it

Ms. Layla! This is my very own little bodyguard!” Holding Sam high up, Francesca went on, “It's the one that had