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!”

before sitting up in

she realize that she had been dreaming. Be that as it may, the sensation was so palpable that she had

they spent together before Danrique left as

greeted by nothing but a text from Gordon that read: We haven't found him yet, Ms.

forehead, Francesca was

thoughts, she slept through several

meet at North

turned out to be a call

there

Francesca as she glanced at the time. There were still another few hours to go. She couldn't wait

poison and drugs, haven't you? How about hidden weapons and booby traps? Bring some with

Layla's advice as she added, “I can't simply

“Then, you—”

Ms. Layla. I'm

Francesca asked Sloan to bring her to Danrique's laboratory.

second it heard her whistling.

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