Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 2125 A Bet

Right that instant, William could not resist thinking about Danrique. He had heard how the others described the overwhelming scene many years ago. At that time, sixteen-year-old Danrique wiped out the Lindberg family overnight, annihilating anyone who dared to stand in his way.

His white shirt was drenched in blood. It was as though his amber eyes were covered in blood as well. That was how he emerged as the new patriarch of the Lindberg family. Since then, his omnipotence was known to everyone. Sooner or later, I’ll be like him too!

Knock! Knock! All of a sudden, William’s subordinate knocked on the door hurriedly and reported, “Your Highness, Mr. Faulkner is here.”

“Please let him in,” William responded. The subordinate hesitated. “But…”

“Tell me!” William instructed him. The subordinate replied apprehensively, “Mr. Faulkner leads a group of military officers, claiming they are here to escort you to the palace. They are already at the entrance of the castle.”

“That’s too much! Your Highness, are they thinking of arresting you?” Robin was on pins and needles.

“Yeah, I guess so.” William flashed him a smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll only be away for a short stay with my grandpa and will be back soon.” “Your Highness…”

“If Francesca calls, keep this information from her temporarily till you hear about the official news on their wedding. Do you get it?” William reminded him solemnly.

red with tears. With that, William gestured to

the military officers. He stopped them from barging into the castle out of his respect

his mind. “Your Highness, why are you putting yourself in a tight spot? Don’t you know you’ll only put yourself in

because I don’t wish to betray my friend. Mr.

Silas heaved

few military officers stepped forward

lashed out at them. “What are you

doing so as instructed by His

What the heck are you doing? His Highness doesn’t have any strength and can’t even walk. How could you

Faulkner.” The military officers saluted

left. The latter choked up and knelt on one knee to plead with Silas, “Mr. Faulkner, please take good care of His Highness.

know.” Silas patted his shoulder and flashed him a

wheelchair. As the rain was still pouring, his

felt the throbbing pain in his heart when he caught sight of the servants gazing at his retreating figure

of them, and all were fixing their gazes on him

twenty years, they were used to accepting everything silently. Undeniably, they had no choice