Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1771 First Love

“Send some more men over,” ordered Sean softly. “Mr. Lindberg seems to care a lot about this girl.”

“Maybe it’s because he wants to get back at her for the kiss?” asked Gordon while smiling.

“That’s one of the reasons,” replied Sean. He shot a look at Francesca’s room before lowering his voice and saying, “My guess is that she is the person Mr. Lindberg has been looking for…”

“Wait, are you saying that she’s Mr. Lindberg’s aunt’s daughter?” asked Gordon as his eyes bulged in surprise.

“No, I think she’s the other one.”

“Ah, I see…”

Back in the room, Danrique leaned against the sofa lazily and rested his head on one hand. He had a pocket watch in his other hand, and in there was a photo of a young woman in her teens.

She was a little thin and had long, dark hair. Her innocent eyes shone brightly while a cheerful smile lit up her face.

That photo was from seven years ago. Danrique was in trouble at the time when he met her. To him, she was his angel and also his first love.

Back then, he was being chased by assassins and was gravely wounded. She was the one who rescued him.

She got curious and took the photo that had since been placed inside Danrique’s

had kept that pocket watch and that photo with

Casino Inferno, he thought she looked familiar, but he couldn’t

days and realized that she might be the girl

seven years, so naturally, she had grown up and looked different. That being said, the woman’s facial features and her

unrestrained style is a perfect match as

so he couldn’t be sure if she and the girl in the photo were one and the

for his Aunt Isabella’s daughter all these years. He had

that he knew nothing about her, except that she was an expert in medicine. Since there was virtually no clue to

a token of his love. If the woman had that item with her, then it would prove that she and

news to report,” said Gordon after he

while putting his pocket

room and had his head down as he made his report. “I’ve searched every inch of Casino Inferno, but the woman’s identity cards are nowhere to be found. The employees there said they

those human traffickers, they said they found her

wounded at the time, and her wounds suggested that she might be connected to the yacht explosion from some

out who owned that yacht. I want all the details,”

the woman went after she fled. We actually found the

local police forces to gain access to the