Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Outside the cold wind was howling and the snow was flying.

Francesca was dressed in thin clothes, barefoot, and walking quickly forward.

All she wanted to do now was to get out of here, to leave this place, as if it was a dragon’s den, and if she continued

to stay there she would be swallowed up.

Anthony followed behind, anxiously dialing the phone to have someone come and pick them up.

This freezing weather, the cold wind howling, continue to walk, people are afraid that will be wasted.

“Ms.Felch!!!” Sean anxiously chased out and explained, “Sir is also forced to do so, the situation now ……”

“Compelled?” Francesca couldn’t understand, “So many people died because of him, and instead of taking revenge,

he easily reconciled with the president, and this is called compulsion?”

“Before he didn’t come back, there was no way to control a lot of things, I don’t blame him for what happened, but

now, when he came back, the first thing he did was not to save Uncle Lincoln, but he was busy reconciling with the

president, even though the president brutally killed Uncle Lincoln in front of me, he still chose to reconcile.”

The more Francesca said, the more agitated and angry she became, “In his eyes, his position of power is more

important than anything, including the lives of us people!!!”

Sean: “That’s not true, Ms.Felch.”

“Last night I was going to kill the president to avenge Uncle Lincoln, why did he stop it?” Francesca roared in

agitation, “Just because he killed that dog thief, he has no one to reconcile?”

“No, Ms.Felch.” Sean hurriedly explained, “In that situation at that time, you couldn’t kill the President at all,

because there were guns and infrared lasers aiming at you everywhere, once they fired, the one who died first

must be you, and Mr.Lindberg did it to protect you.”

“I don’t need his protection.” Francesca was very angry, “My auntie Layla and Uncle Lincoln are dead, what am I

still living for? I just want to take revenge for them!!!”

“But ……”

“That’s enough, don’t say that.” Francesca didn’t want to continue the nonsense, “Tell him that from now on, I’m

done with him, he better not appear in front of my eyes, otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist killing him!”

“Ms.Felch ……” Sean still wanted to say something, Francesca had already turned around and left.

Her back looked lonely, desolate, and determined in the snowy sky.

Sean talked a breath, he knew Francesca’s temper, he couldn’t persuade, so he simply stopped persuading.

Danrique did not explain anything today, nor did he retain her, probably because he also wanted to leave her alone.

She was now in a fit of anger, and probably couldn’t listen to anything.

Sean returned to the villa and instructed the two brothers who had previously been with Sloan to drive to see

Francesca off, and also asked Norah to bring her clothes and follow her there.

After this was done, he went to the study to look for Danrique.

There were no lights on in the study and the room was dim.

Danrique sat alone on the sofa, drinking in silence.

The atmosphere was somewhat sad, he usually rarely drank unless he was in a bad mood.

Sean opened his mouth and said cautiously, “Sir, Ms.Felch has already left, I arranged for Auntie Norah to see her

off.”

“Mm.” Danrique responded without speaking.

“She’s in a fit of anger right now, she might not listen to explanations, let her calm down for a few days, maybe

she’ll be fine.” Sean said softly, “In a few days, let’s go pick her up again?”

“With her temper, I’m afraid it will take more than a few days.” Danrique sighed helplessly, “In fact, if it were me, I

would be angry too.”

Danrique understood Francesca’s feelings very well, watching the people closest to her being killed, it was

impossible not to have resentment in her heart, not only did he stop her from taking revenge, he also reached a Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

reconciliation with her enemy.

How could she not hate?

Even he himself hated himself.

He who had always done what he wanted and never bowed to anything, this time he actually bowed to reality.

He hated himself for it.