Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Francesca let out a wicked grin. “Your dagger is so sharp that it could even slice a gun into two. I wonder what your manhood is made of?”

“How dare you!” A deadly glint appeared in Danrique’s amber pupils as he balled his hands into fists, his knuckles cracking.

Luckily, both of them had their back facing the main hall, blocking the gamblers from the view. Nevertheless, Danrique’s subordinates that were standing close to the two had seen everything. Disbelief was written all over their faces as they gawped at the scene before them.

Their almighty superior, Danrique Lindberg, who had unmatched phenomenal power in the business world, and whose presence alone was enough to leave everyone in fear, had fallen prey to a woman in a spectacularly miserable fashion.

When Danrique threw his subordinates a bone-chilling glare, they immediately shifted their sights away, so terrified they did not even dare to breathe.

“Didn’t you ask me to give you a reason?” Francesca brazenly raised her brow.

Indeed, the place where she was aiming the dagger was her reason.

Even if she might not stand a chance to hurt the man given how skillful he was, she reckoned it would still bring him shame and demoralization if the others saw the scene.

“You’re dead meat, you hear me?” Fury was burning in Danrique’s eyes.

If one’s eyes could kill someone, Francesca would have long been reduced to ashes.

you along if I

with that, Francesca managed to escape from

daggers before he took her

money to bid for Francesca, Aiden was undoubtedly unwilling to concede

afford to get on the bad books of that

and a devastating cold permeated the

Francesca could not help but sneeze. Her body was shivering in

oncoming sports car. Squeezing herself into the driver’s seat and taking over the steering wheel, she stepped on the accelerator and

chase after her, a deafening blast sounded from inside the casino. The shattered pieces from the explosion scattered in all directions.

were ridiculously

an ambush! They

racing mind down

in anger, he commanded, “Darn that g*ddamned woman! I must find her! Run a citywide

“Understood!”

road, Francesca jumped out of the sports car and scurried off

the opportunity and jumped

he had time to react, she had stomped on the brakes impulsively and vanished

the entire time, and therefore he did not take a good look at