Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 2233 Little Bodyguard

“Then, what should I do now?” asked Monica in a meek voice. “Should I just persuade Ms. Felch to take me with her?”

“Are you out of your mind?” William was bereft of speech. He couldn’t even be bothered to continue the meaningless conversation with Monica. “Let me think of something. You may leave.” “Your Highness…”

Monica still had something else to say, yet a peek at William’s irritated countenance was sufficient to compel her into lowering her gaze and backing away.

She felt aggrieved, for she was a senior Interpol detective, after all. All she knew was carrying out investigations and apprehending criminals. She never had a knack for putting on a pretense.

Even so, she had given her all in completing every task that had been assigned to her.

Meanwhile, Francesca was having nightmares the entire night. In her dreams, she could see that Danrique was in danger as he was pinned underneath a vehicle with his legs bathing in a pool of his own blood, seemingly on the verge of death.

Anxious and concerned, she wanted to rush over and rescue him, but it was as though her feet were stuck in the ground, and they wouldn’t budge no matter how hard she struggled.

Right at that juncture, the vehicle exploded all of a sudden with a loud boom. With her eyes widened in disbelief, Francesca gaped at the scene as Danrique was engulfed in the roaring flames.

before sitting up

after seeing the familiar room that she was in did she realize that she had been dreaming. Be that as it may, the sensation was so palpable that she

pillow at the side, reminiscing the time they spent together before Danrique left as a

but a text from Gordon that read: We haven’t

nothing she could do at the moment. With her mind abuzz with messy thoughts, she slept through

in the afternoon.” It turned out to be a call from

to go. She couldn’t wait for the time to arrive sooner so

Layla reminded, “You have been researching poison and drugs, haven’t you? How about hidden

can’t simply put on a casual attire with a backpack

“Then, you—”

assured, Ms. Layla.

Sloan to bring her to Danrique’s laboratory.

her whistling. Coiling itself around her

Layla! This is my very own little bodyguard!” Holding Sam high up, Francesca went on, “It’s the