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.

his men were about to falter, a silver light rushed toward

supported himself with the other hand on the

“It’s Danrique!”

“Catch him!”

swarmed

few were

instantly led the bodyguards to escort William

be fine?” Francesca asked, her brows drawing

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

“Right…”

“Wait!”

was about to say something, Francesca cut him off. “Those people are holding onto heavy weaponry. If they’re really after Danrique’s life,

were to stay,”

his own,” Gordon told them. He then urged, “Drive

“Understood!”

cars sped off toward the

the window the entire time, distracted. She had never felt that way

not even know Danrique that well. They were not close, and sometimes, she even found

when she thought about how he might be in danger,

there was an urge that told her to get down from

she was experiencing did not escape William’s

nothing about it,

thoughts, something vibrated. Subconsciously, she reached out to touch her pocket and realized