Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 2019 She Ran Off

“What?” Everyone inside the house was stumped as they simply could not wrap their heads around the situation. Why is Ms. Felch suddenly making an announcement that they’re breaking up? Weren’t they getting along just fine earlier on?

Francesca ignored them and started to make her way out. Sloan hastened to intercept her. “Don’t be so rash, Ms. Felch. Surely, things can be talked over amicably. Have we done something wrong? Kindly berate us if we did, but please do not get mad.”

“This has nothing to do with you guys.” Francesca’s brow creased up. “It’s that b*stard Danrique. He’s been unfaithful to me, and that is why I’m done with him. Just tell him that I said that if he asks.”

Considering her personality, she was not the type who would bother to explain too much. She, however, did not want to cause Sloan and Kerrie to get into trouble.

“There has to be some kind of misunderstanding here. Mr. Lindberg isn’t that sort of man,” Sloan protested. “Did you hear about that from some news report you have seen? You can’t trust those as they are mostly sensationalistic…”

“I went to ask him directly because I did not trust the news, but there was a woman’s voice coming from his end of the phone…” Francesca was positively livid. “Forget it. It’s too embarrassing, so I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Regardless, do not try to stop me, or else don’t blame me for being uncivil.”

“Ms. Felch…”

“Out of my way!” Francesca roared.

dangerous

was no chance that Sloan would be able to impede

got so worked up that she was stamping her feet. “What now? What should we do? Mr. Lindberg is going to be so

Gordon?” Sloan

Kerrie explained. “He seems to be quite

only call on Gordon. He was, however, unable to get

called Sean instead but had no

first. By then, she had already reached the parking lot where two bodyguards

thought that they would be able to stop her, but

in

the gates!” Sloan

shut it, but that was not going to deter

over to another car and drove right onto

“Jesus Christ!”

in pursuit on wheels, a panicky Sloan found that both Francesca and her car had already vanished from

to where Francesca could have gone, he could only split the search party into two groups. One would head into the city, while he himself would lead another handful of