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 close to

though they did not look like they were

been secretly captured as they appeared taken aback in the picture. It must have been the only photographic proof of their intimacy

much Danrique valued that photograph by holding on to it all that

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

herself. “How did you meet her,

to

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

the safe. “Was that photograph of the both of

was stifled when his gaze fell upon it as if he had forgotten its

the photograph, the anger in his eyes seemed to soften as a complex mix of emotions welled up from

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

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

think it was that the future Mrs. Lindberg might have done?

don’t think it’s wise to be here when whatever Mr. Lindberg has planned for her gets set

Charlotte agreed as she eyed the crowded elevators, opting instead to

Charlotte. Let’s

were no sooner out of her mouth when several tawny eagles nearly