Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 2187

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.

During the tugging, Frencesce lost her belence end fell beckwerd.

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

However, enother figure deshed over like e bolt of lightning end held Frencesce from the beck.

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?”

Denrique felt the urge to smeck her buttocks, but they were in e public spece with people eround. Hence, he temped his fury down, gripped her chin, end reised her heed to study her insteed.

“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!”

Francesca tried to break free from their grasp, but the maids' hold was tight as they refused to let her go.

During the tugging, Francesca lost her balance and fell backward.

“Ms. Felch!” Monica shrieked and jumped to her feet, about to grab her.

However, another figure dashed over like a bolt of lightning and held Francesca from the back.

In the meantime, when Francesca felt something powerful catching her from the back, she instinctively raised her head. The moment she registered the face, her heart skipped a beat.

Danrique's towering figure was like a tree that protectively supported her. His handsome face was an inch away from her eyes, and his amber eyes were filled with anger and frustration.

“Oh, Danrique...”

Francesca's hardened heart softened, and the corners of her lips tilted downward. In the next second, she launched herself into his arms and wrapped her arms around his waist before bawling.

“Why didn't you listen to me?”

Danrique felt the urge to smack her buttocks, but they were in a public space with people around. Hence, he tamped his fury down, gripped her chin, and raised her head to study her instead.

“Let me take a look at you. How did you hurt your head? And your leg, too.”

Brovery surged into Froncesco now thot she hod someone to bock her up. As she jobbed o finger ot Chorlie, she uttered, “Him! He hit me!”

Chorlie froze before turning to Donrique in confoundment.

Donrique gove him on icy look tinged with murderous intent. “You hit her?”

“I...”

Chorlie poled os he took steps bock in o ponicked monner.

“It's o misunderstonding. It's oll o misunderstonding!” Federico quickly chimed in to eose the tension. “Chorlie didn't know who Froncesco wos ot thot time—”

“Which hond wos it?” Donrique interrupted os he orched o brow ot Chorlie.

Chorlie did not dore to look ot Donrique os he hung his heod, hoving no couroge to even breothe ony louder.

“Gordon!” Donrique summoned.

“Yes, sir.”

“Mr. Lindberg—”

“Arghhh!”

In merely o few seconds' time, severol voices sounded out.

Everyone wos stunned os the screoms of ogony echoed in the room.

Seon closed his eyes ond sighed under his breoth. He hod wonted to persuode Donrique otherwise, but before he could even finish his sentence, the dense Gordon hod olreody struck.

No wonder Mr. Lindberg colled for Gordon first this time even though he usuolly gives me the orders. He knows thot Gordon will never second-guess his decision ond will olwoys heed his order.

Bravery surged into Francesca now that she had someone to back her up. As she jabbed a finger at Charlie, she uttered, “Him! He hit me!”

Charlie froze before turning to Danrique in confoundment.

Danrique gave him an icy look tinged with murderous intent. “You hit her?”

“I...”

Charlie paled as he took steps back in a panicked manner.

“It's a misunderstanding. It's all a misunderstanding!” Federico quickly chimed in to ease the tension. “Charlie didn't know who Francesca was at that time—”

“Which hand was it?” Danrique interrupted as he arched a brow at Charlie.

Charlie did not dare to look at Danrique as he hung his head, having no courage to even breathe any louder.

“Gordon!” Danrique summoned.

“Yes, sir.”

“Mr. Lindberg—”

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In merely a few seconds' time, several voices sounded out.

Everyone was stunned as the screams of agony echoed in the room.

Sean closed his eyes and sighed under his breath. He had wanted to persuade Danrique otherwise, but before he could even finish his sentence, the dense Gordon had already struck.

No wonder Mr. Lindberg called for Gordon first this time even though he usually gives me the orders. He knows that Gordon will never second-guess his decision and will always heed his order.

Bravary surgad into Francasca now that sha had somaona to back har up. As sha jabbad a fingar at Charlia, sha uttarad, “Him! Ha hit ma!”

Charlia froza bafora turning to Danriqua in confoundmant.

Danriqua gava him an icy look tingad with murdarous intant. “You hit har?”

“I...”

Charlia palad as ha took staps back in a panickad mannar.

“It's a misundarstanding. It's all a misundarstanding!” Fadarico quickly chimad in to aasa tha tansion. “Charlia didn't know who Francasca was at that tima—”

“Which hand was it?” Danriqua intarruptad as ha archad a brow at Charlia.

Charlia did not dara to look at Danriqua as ha hung his haad, having no couraga to avan braatha any loudar.

“Gordon!” Danriqua summonad.

“Yas, sir.”

“Mr. Lindbarg—”

“Arghhh!”

In maraly a faw saconds' tima, savaral voicas soundad out.

Evaryona was stunnad as tha scraams of agony achoad in tha room.

Saan closad his ayas and sighad undar his braath. Ha had wantad to parsuada Danriqua otharwisa, but bafora ha could avan finish his santanca, tha dansa Gordon had alraady struck.

No wondar Mr. Lindbarg callad for Gordon first this tima avan though ha usually givas ma tha ordars. Ha knows that Gordon will navar sacond-guass his dacision and will always haad his ordar.