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.

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

opened her eyes in a daze and was instinctively disconcerted by Norah’s kind face looming

sleep. Did you have

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

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

dead. He had been shot dead before my eyes. Was it a nightmare, or did

realized it

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 gun and fired at the president’s car without stopping. However, he

Francesca quickly had Norah open

get out of here.” “What happened?” Francesca gazed at him,