Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 2047 A Dog

Life was busy but fulfilling, and everything was progressing smoothly. Danrique was the only exception. It had been seven days since he last contacted Francesca. He didn’t call or send her any message. Even Sean didn’t contact her.

Francesca would fiddle with her phone every night before she went to bed. She even checked the blocked numbers to make sure she didn’t forget to unblock Danrique’s number. Soon, she suspected that something was wrong with her phone.

Alas, she was just imagining things. He didn’t contact her because he didn’t want to. There was no other reason! Francesca read a saying on the Internet: Perhaps he doesn’t love you that much…

She thought that it described their story perfectly. Francesca’s heart ached at that thought. She kept reminding herself to ignore that b*stard and think of the whole thing as a dream.

I wanted to escape and avoid him, and now my dream has come true. There’s no need to be sad. Well, this is the end! Francesca changed Danrique’s name on her phone to “The End.” She also changed his profile picture to one of a dog consuming shit.

It took her ages before she found the perfect picture! Every time she saw the name and photo, fury would overwhelm her heart. Feeling pleased, she would then curse inwardly, Danrique, have this!

breaths, she balled her fists up and cheered

caller ID was “The End,” and the profile picture was a

things. It took her a while before she regained her composure. Answering the phone, she greeted icily, “Hello,

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to stay calm and control his emotions. He was mature and should act like a gentleman. Alas, his temper erupted right after he heard her voice. Francesca pretended they were strangers. “Oh, Mr. Lindberg. What

to lose his cool. “If there’s nothing, I’ll hang up

forget your husband just after a few days? Do you have a death wish? I finally finished work and gave you a call, but this is how you treat me? Apologize now, and I might

Silence ensued.

and glanced at the screen to realize that the call had

his time yelling at