Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 2187 Forceful

“These places are having financial issues right now. They’re all hoping for a major corporate group like Lindberg Corporation to invest in their businesses, and they’re hoping to establish a long-term collaboration. The king clearly wants to be in Mr. Lindberg’s good books, so Mr. Lindberg will have the power to persuade him,” Monica rambled on desperately as she held Francesca’s hands tighter and tighter.

“Mr. Lindberg adores you. When he found out that something happened to you, he came right away. Talk to him later and ask him to save His Highness first. He’ll surely say yes to you. Please!”

“The power to persuade.” It was then Francesca finally understood what Monica meant. “No wonder King Federico was suddenly so nice to me and respectful toward Danrique—he wants Danrique to invest here… In other words, Danrique is rescuing me at a high price again this time.”

“Of course,” Monica replied. “Why would a king be nice to you for no good reason? Still, it means nothing to Mr. Lindberg, right? His money has to be invested somewhere anyway.”

“He’s not your boyfriend. Of course you won’t feel much about it.” Francesca huffed. “It’s not as if his money falls from the sky right on his doorstep. It’s partially mine too. I can’t just be fine with Federico taking my money like this!”

“Uh…” For a moment, Monica found herself at a loss for words.

The more Francesca thought about it, the angrier she became. She was worried that the king would take advantage of Danrique, so she quickly stood up to look for him.

“Ms. Felch!” A few maids quickly came over to support her. “Where are you heading to?”

“Let me go. I’m going to look for my boyfriend!”

but the maids’ hold was tight as they refused to let her

tugging, Francesca lost her balance

Monica shrieked and jumped to her feet,

over like a bolt of lightning and held Francesca from the

powerful catching her from the back, she instinctively raised her head. The moment she registered the face,

face was an inch away from her eyes,

“Oh, Danrique…”

and the corners of her lips tilted downward. In the next second, she launched herself

didn’t you listen to

the urge to smack her buttocks, but they were in a public space with people around. Hence, he tamped his fury down, gripped her chin, and raised her

look at you. How did you hurt

into Francesca now that she had someone to back her up. As she

froze before turning

him an icy look tinged with murderous intent. “You

“I…”

took steps back in