Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 2313 It Was Real

Danrique placed Francesca into the car and said politely to Justin, who had come forward to stop him, “Francesca is my woman, General Jablonski. I will not hurt her.”

“As I was the one who had brought her to Xendale, I am responsible for her safety,” Justin protested firmly. Danrique’s gaze was steely. “She will be safe with me. You are welcome to visit the Lindberg residence if you’re not assured.” “Uh…”

Justin hesitated. He wanted to protect Francesca, not ruin her marriage; she had once declared that Danrique was the man she loved. At last, he relented. “I will hold you accountable if anything happens to her.”

Danrique did not reply but sank into a bow before bringing Francesca away. “Francesca…”

Anthony was about to run after her when Sean gestured him toward another car. Danrique’s men departed with Lincoln’s remains. Francesca felt her head splitting open as if it was about to explode when she finally regained consciousness.

her mind’s eye. Each one felt like

her eyes in a daze and was instinctively disconcerted by Norah’s kind face looming over hers. It felt

off her forehead and asked tenderly, “You’ve been talking in your sleep. Did you have a nightmare? Don’t be scared. Everything is all right

up and propped a pillow behind her lower back. “A whole day and night. Mr. Lindberg brought you home last night,

“Mr. Lindberg is not home yet,” Norah replied softly. “Many things happened today, and Mr. Lindberg has been out since this morning dealing with

of the night before. Mr. Lincoln is dead. He had been shot dead before my eyes. Was it a

she realized

Danrique had reconciled. Enraged, Mr. Lincoln became consumed by the thought of killing the president and his wife to avenge Ms. Layla. As soon as he was uncuffed, he grabbed the guard’s

had Norah open the door, who placed a jacket on Francesca’s shoulders before letting

upon dashing in. “Let’s get out of here.”