Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 2302 Homecoming

Just as Anthony took a few steps, he recalled something. “This can’t be right. Didn’t General Jablonski mention that he’ll be fetching us tomorrow to Xendale?”

“Ah, yes! Forget the air ticket, then. We’ll travel light.” “Okay.” With that said, Anthony bolted off to make the necessary preparations.

Francesca, in turn, jotted down all thirteen sets of contact numbers before closing the ledger and placing it into the safe. Following that, she returned to her room to wash up.

Out of the blue, Layla’s words rang in her mind. ”No matter how capable we are, Francesca, there’s always a limit to what we can do by ourselves. You have to pick up more skills to protect yourself.”

Those words had never made sense to Francesca in the past. She had always frowned upon social butterflies, for she reckoned that she would never ever have to deign to beg others.

Yet, right then, she gradually saw the light. She knew that she had to become stronger, by hook or by crook, because only then would she be able to protect her loved ones.

Back when Ms. Layla was put to death, I couldn’t even do anything to fight back. But now, I know I can’t stay like this anymore. I must go all out to save Mr. Lincoln’s life, and I’ll be Danrique’s strongest pillar of support!

Meanwhile, Danrique was awakened by a loud rumble. As he opened his eyes, he kept calling out to Sean.

A few minutes later, Sean finally rushed in. Instead of turning on the light, he said in a hushed tone, “Mr. Lindberg, we’ve been spotted by the helicopter from the military.”

his teeth in fury. “Not bad for a silly old bugger.

asked Sean softly. “I’m worried he might send someone here for an

said that, an explosion rang out from

visage did a one-eighty at that. He dashed toward the window and glanced out to check, only to find that the courtyard walls had tumbled. Worse still,

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forward to hinder the enemies while the others stayed behind at

“Fall back!”

rifle before spearheading the retreat with Sean and the rest under the cover of his subordinates. In actuality, Danrique had planned beforehand and planted a time bomb somewhere in the villa. Right when all of them

deafening sound reverberated through the

many of them

smoking ground, Danrique looked nothing less

time, it was about five in the morning. The once quiet and serene atmosphere of the villa had since been disrupted by explosions and gunshots. Even the birds and other wildlife in

slowly set off, the subordinates all kept their guard up, fearing

Gordon over the phone and

had their hands full except for Danrique. Only he looked as calm as a millpond, staring out

hill, brilliant rays appeared in the distant sky. It was as though the morning sun was cheering