Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1839 Until Next Time

“Still sticking around?” Danrique taunted with a grin. “Are you really waiting to experience a shower of bullets? You’ll be getting a package deal of a shocking piece of global news. That’s a good deal, isn’t it?”

“You—”

The colors drained from Roth’s face as he trembled.

That was the first failure in his life, and it was one in which his pride was trampled on by his opponent.

“Young man, don’t get too conceited! We’ll meet again next time!”

With that said, Roth stormed away with his men.

Francesca let out a sigh of relief, thinking, Thank god I managed to survive this.

Sloan then walked over to open the car door and asked with a smile, “Dr. Felch, are you fine? Don’t be scared. We’re safe now.”

Francesca came down from the car and glared at Danrique. “Why didn’t you tell me that you still have an ace up your sleeve? You made me come back to save you and nearly died in the car explosion!”

“You only have yourself to blame for your stupidity,” Danrique retorted.

“You—”

Francesca’s expression darkened, and she wished she could strangle him then and there.

over. As the helicopter hovered over their heads, it swept

and looked

turned out, they had come prepared. No wonder Gordon was so

descended before they

“Give me the necklace!”

shot

her grab. Then, he leaped and grabbed the rope from the helicopter

“Hey!” Francesca anxiously shouted.

He only said, “See

soon brought Danrique

left in the same

shrieked,

Felch, let us escort you to Danontand.” Sloan looked at Francesca, chuckling. “Mr. Lindberg has

a stable condition. You can look for any professional doctors now; you don’t need me

still fixed on the horizon,

I’m going to find you

S Nation. I only have

times before Francesca snapped back to her senses. She then said, “Go after your team. You

do that? Mr. Lindberg

else when Francesca jumped into the car

“Dr. Felch! Dr. Felch!”