Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 2312

The president knew very well that his and Danrique's feud would only incur a hefty loss for both sides if it were to continue much longer.

Despite Danrique's dissatisfaction, he would take it lying low for the sake of the bigger picture. What goes around comes around, after all. Having once made a threat to me, it is only fitting that Danrique received one in return. Besides, I owe him a proper thank you for releasing my wife at such an opportune moment and using Lincoln to kill her. It was a great help to me.

The smile on his face widened at the sight of Francesca's anguish. Danrique is going to suffer soon and will have his hands too full to deal with me.

The president maintained that it was more important to stabilize the situation first, so he could find other ways to deal with Danrique later.

After all, Danrique suffered a massive loss due to the incident. Even if I cannot subdue him now, there will be another opportunity.

“Mr. Lindberg is here, Mr. President,” his subordinate whispered into his ear.

The president turned around and saw two vehicles arriving with frantic haste. As soon as the cars ground to a halt, Danrique emerged and dashed toward Francesca, who was kneeling beside Lincoln's body, her body heaving with sobs.

Anthony was also distressed.

Danrique went forward to help Francesca up, who came to life when the desolation in her eyes was suddenly replaced by vengeance. She snatched the gun from Danrique's hip and pointed it at the president. “Go to h*ll!”

was the first lady who had caused Layla's death, and everything looked as if she had orchestrated it, Francesca knew that the president

for me to see him shot

Ms. Felch!” Sean hastened

Francesca's

backdoor of the presidential palace. Aside from the soldiers standing guard, several hidden snipers armed with rifles lay

did not care. She uncocked

grabbed the barrel and whispered, “Calm

all Francesca wanted to do at that moment was to shoot the president, and

“Now's not the time

telling you to let go,” Francesca yelled, “or

only stared at her with a

vengeance, whereas Danrique's was filled

our time apart, I can't believe

has been a serious misunderstanding on Francesca's part. You should tell her we have

nothing short of