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.

Layla and Lincoln meeting their end played over and over again in her mind’s eye. Each one

the cries of concern, Francesca opened her eyes in a daze and was instinctively disconcerted by Norah’s kind face looming

and asked tenderly, “You’ve been talking in your sleep. Did you have

propped a pillow behind her lower back. “A whole day and night.

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

before. Mr. Lincoln is dead. He had been shot dead

she realized it

by the thought of killing the president and his wife to avenge Ms. Layla. As soon as he was

Francesca quickly had Norah open the door, who placed a jacket on Francesca’s

get out of here.” “What