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.”

fury. “Not bad for a silly old bugger. He even dispatched the military to

asked Sean softly. “I’m worried

soon as he said that,

to find that the courtyard walls had tumbled. Worse still, dozens of

the president

Danrique’s subordinates had already charged forward to hinder the enemies while the others stayed behind at

“Fall back!”

grabbed his rifle before spearheading the retreat with Sean and the rest under the cover of his subordinates. In actuality, Danrique

reverberated

henchmen were annihilated, and many of them were seriously wounded, leaving their remaining unharmed allies

from the fiery flames and smoking ground, Danrique looked nothing less than a devil

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

the convoy of the Lindberg family slowly set off, the subordinates all kept their guard up, fearing that there

Gordon over

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

in the distant sky. It was as though the morning sun was cheering