Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1882 I Would Like A Glimpse Too

“Mr. Lindberg!”

A bunch of people dressed to the nines walked toward Danrique and greeted him in Erihalean.

Francesca hadn’t known a lick of Erihalean when she first came, so all she had picked up were a couple of phrases from living in the castle for the past few days.

By the sound of it, she realized that these were the right-hand men of the Harrington, Yarrow, and Atkinson families.

They were still treating him with a lot of respect and Francesca couldn’t really tell that anything was up.

Feuds between families were always complicated, though, and Francesca couldn’t be bothered to think about it.

She wouldn’t have had to think about it if she hadn’t sensed that they kept glancing over at her, as if trying to figure out where she came from.

Danrique didn’t introduce her to them, and they didn’t ask either. They simply continued chatting until they reached the palace.

The palace was practically shimmering with gold and bright lights. The opalescent diamond chandeliers glittered and the music flowed gently among the large hall. It created an elegant, romantic atmosphere along with the soft chatter from the well-dressed guests.

quite the grand

with

middle-aged men walked over and greeted Danrique

really understand, but she managed to catch that they were the heads of

were enthusiastic and friendly, as if they were a pair of uncles who were proud of their

her shoulder and said, “This

“Fiancée?”

Yarrow and Atkinson families were both extremely shocked and their expressions became almost

of them were busy picking out suitable candidates

a casual voice and

years old and his eyes were extremely deep-set. His features were chiseled like that of a Roman bust and he had a dangerous

smile remained as he looked Francesca up and

raised eyebrow, looking for all the world as if she was ready

countless number of carnivorous beasts

Danrique, so she certainly wouldn’t

to announce it soon.

brought Francesca in closer to his embrace as he spoke and stared at the other man

looked away from Francesca and at Danrique instead. “She’s