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.

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

their lips locked though they did not look like they were

been secretly captured as they appeared taken aback in the picture. It must have been the

photograph by holding on to it all

moment, it was ironically attached to the safe which served to lure and

herself. “How did

it to

a fight to the death with Francesca and was not pleased to see Charlotte dawdling

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

his gaze fell upon it as if he

the anger in his eyes seemed

success of all relationships worth having is based on communication, Danrique,” she said gently before departing. “It’s no use being more headstrong than she is in the hopes of forcing her into conformity. You need to appeal to the beautiful past you both share and remind

panic-stricken employees as if the

you think it was that the future Mrs. Lindberg might

it’s wise to be

crowded elevators, opting

Charlotte.

no sooner out of her mouth when several tawny