Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte dropped her documents and made her way over to the window to marvel at the awe-inspiring view. Could Francesca be here to look for me?

“Meeting adjourned!” Danrique said in a cold voice.

The executives almost trampled over one another in their haste to leave the office.

“Danrique…”

“I knew it!” He gritted his teeth in consternation. “I know she wouldn’t be able to let go of her money, so I locked her bank cards, ID, and jewelry away in a safe downstairs. She took the bait!”

Charlotte was flabbergasted. Francesca is not here for me after all! She’s here for her money.

“Get back,” Danrique ordered before pulling open his drawer to reveal a safe painted entirely in gold. “You have no business being here.”

I’m confident that she would not be able to escape with the safe without me noticing. If she’s going to try anyway, things might get dangerous for Charlotte.

“We can talk about it, Danrique,” Charlotte pleaded.

Danrique merely flapped his hands impatiently.

Charlotte did not need to be told twice. Beckoning at Lupine and Morgan, the trio left hurriedly. Charlotte turned to take one last look at the safe when they were at the door.

Danrique’s head was tilted with a cold expression on his face. Francesca wore a red wig

of them had their lips locked though they

as they appeared taken aback in the picture. It

obvious how much Danrique valued that photograph by holding

moment, it was ironically attached to the safe which served

herself. “How did you meet her,

it to

to the death with Francesca and was not

photograph on the safe. “Was that photograph of the both of you taken in secret when you first

his gaze fell upon it as if he had forgotten

eyes seemed to soften as a complex mix of emotions welled up from within

than she is in the hopes

of panic-stricken employees as if the devil herself had come to claim

think it was that the future Mrs. Lindberg might

Lupine said hastily. “I don’t think it’s wise to be here when whatever Mr. Lindberg has planned

she eyed the crowded elevators, opting instead to use the stairs. “Let’s not get

Charlotte.

out of her mouth when several tawny eagles nearly collided with