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

their lips locked though they did not look

as they appeared taken aback in the

photograph by holding on to it

ironically attached to the safe which served to lure and

not resist herself. “How did you meet her,

it to

made preparations for a fight to the death with Francesca and was not pleased to see Charlotte dawdling in

photograph of the both of you taken in

was stifled when his gaze fell upon it as if

lingered on the photograph, the anger in his eyes seemed to

on communication, Danrique,” she said gently before departing. “It’s no use being more headstrong than she is in the hopes of forcing

the elevators were crammed full of panic-stricken employees as if the devil

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

wise to be here when whatever Mr. Lindberg has planned for her gets set

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

right, Charlotte. Let’s

no sooner out of her mouth when