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—”

could complete his sentence, a series

at the entrance not far away amidst a storm of

Francesca’s scream pierced the night sky. As Sean was rooted to the spot, his eyes widened in disbelief. His head rang with the words—It’s over.

the noise on the other end and, in a rage, sent the coffee table over with a kick and hung

Norah cried behind him. Danrique did not appear to

the presidential palace. The president’s

bed for decades, fell at his feet, he did not appear sad in the slightest. He gazed at her quietly and then at Lincoln, who had been shot by

his wife’s life for Lincoln’s, the president had, in fact, benefitted a great

for her husband, it was not his wife that the president had brought back with him but an enemy who constantly wished him

all the charges on his behalf to free himself completely, but

evidence

would be branded an ingrate if he ordered his wife’s arrest or found pretexts to