Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 2311

Chapter 2311

Danrique fell asleep groggily on the couch after taking his medicine.

Worried that he might catch a cold, Norah covered him with a blanket before turning off the lights and retreating quietly.

Though she did not know much, she understood that that night was critical. Mr. Lindberg and the president had come to an agreement: If Sean could bring Mr. Lincoln back, Ms. Felch would be able to come home, and the matter would be resolved.

Norah watched the clock on the wall and counted the seconds in her heart.

One minute passed. Ten minutes. Half an hour. Sean would be at the presidential palace by now and would be picking them up soon.

Danrique suddenly jerked awake while she was lost in her reverie and grabbed his phone to make a call.

“Yes, Mr. Lindberg?”

“Have you picked up Mr. Lincoln?”

“Not yet. He should be arriving at the back door of the presidential palace soon.”

Danrique's expression shifted drastically. “Did they tell you to collect him at the presidential palace?”

“That's right.”

returns,” Danrique urged. “If you

“Yes—”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

sentence, a series of gunshots

around, he saw an emaciated figure falling at the entrance not far away amidst a storm of bullets. At the same time, another fell to her knees

scream

spot, his eyes widened in disbelief. His

been late, and the president succeeded in his

the noise on the other end and, in a rage, sent the coffee table over with a kick

your injury, sir!”

appear to hear her. Without even donning his jacket, he leaped

of the presidential palace. The

bed for decades, fell at his feet, he did not appear sad in the slightest. He gazed at her quietly and then at Lincoln, who had been shot

his wife's life for Lincoln's, the president had, in fact,

his

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