Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1832 Go Ahead

On their way there, they were ambushed again.

This time, the concrete truck rushed toward them like an untethered horse.

“Turn right to avoid it! Hurry!” Gordon bellowed.

The bodyguard who was driving hastily turned the steering wheel to dodge it, but the rear of the concrete truck still slammed into the car. Spinning out of control, the car crashed against the guardrail.

Bang! came the thunderous noise. The hood of the car was dented inward.

The one in the front passenger seat flew out, and Gordon immediately took his gun and went down from the car to fight against the attackers.

The bodyguards pried open the door to rescue William and Francesca. They then went into another car. At the same time, Gordon brought his subordinates to defend them against the assassins.

It was then Francesca saw that the attackers came in a large group, and they were all heavily armed.

“Danrique’s not in the car!” one of the assassins cried out.

“Capture Prince William and the masked youth beside him!” another shouted.

“Understood!”

All of them rushed toward them.

were about to falter, a silver light rushed toward

gave them a thumbs-down as he supported himself with the other hand on the window. It was a gesture saying that

“It’s Danrique!”

“Catch him!”

everyone swarmed

few were

bodyguards to escort William and Francesca away

Francesca

handle it. He should be fine,” Robin replied. “Let’s hurry to the airport. Perhaps Mr.

“Right…”

“Wait!”

“Those people are holding onto

we were to stay,” Robin weakly pointed out. “In fact, we’ll be

Lindberg has plans of his own,” Gordon told them. He then

“Understood!”

cars sped off toward

the entire time, distracted. She had never felt that

did not even know Danrique that well. They were not close,

he might be in danger, she

an urge that told

experiencing did not escape

nothing about it, his

Subconsciously, she reached out to touch her pocket and realized it was her