Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 2311 No Other Choice

Danrique fell asleep groggily on the couch after taking his medicine. Worried that he might catch a cold, Norah covered him with a blanket before turning off the lights and retreating quietly.

Though she did not know much, she understood that that night was critical. Mr. Lindberg and the president had come to an agreement: If Sean could bring Mr. Lincoln back, Ms. Felch would be able to come home, and the matter would be resolved.

Norah watched the clock on the wall and counted the seconds in her heart. One minute passed. Ten minutes. Half an hour. Sean would be at the presidential palace by now and would be picking them up soon.

Danrique suddenly jerked awake while she was lost in her reverie and grabbed his phone to make a call. “Yes, Mr. Lindberg?” “Have you picked up Mr. Lincoln?”

“Not yet. He should be arriving at the back door of the presidential palace soon.” Danrique’s expression shifted drastically. “Did they tell you to collect him at the presidential palace?”

“That’s right.” “Mr. Lincoln must be in our hands before the president returns,” Danrique urged. “If you catch sight of Francesca, stop her immediately.” “Yes—”

his sentence, a series of gunshots sounded

figure falling at the entrance not far away amidst a storm

Lincoln!” Francesca’s scream pierced the night sky. As Sean was rooted to the spot,

Danrique heard the noise on the other end and, in a rage, sent the coffee table over with a kick and hung up. Summoning

not appear to hear her. Without even donning his jacket, he

back door of the presidential palace. The president’s expression remained

slightest. He gazed at her quietly and then at Lincoln, who had been

his wife’s life for Lincoln’s, the president

not his wife that the president had brought back with him

to bear all the charges on his behalf to free himself completely, but she may not be inclined to anymore, given her current hatred for

by exterminating all evidence can the

he ordered his wife’s arrest or