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.

the safe. In that photograph, Danrique’s head was tilted with a cold expression on his face. Francesca wore a

them had their lips locked though they did not look like

aback in the picture. It must have been the only photographic proof of

much Danrique valued that photograph by holding on to it all

was ironically attached to the safe

herself. “How did you meet

it to

fight to the death with Francesca

the photograph on the safe. “Was that photograph of the both

when his gaze fell upon it as if he had forgotten

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

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 her

the elevators were crammed full of panic-stricken employees as if the devil herself had come to claim their

that the future Mrs. Lindberg might have done? Why is everyone so afraid

be here

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

Charlotte. Let’s

were no sooner out of her mouth when