Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 2314 Submission

The cold wind howled as the snow fell incessantly. Clad in thin clothes, Francesca marched forward, barefoot. All she wanted to do was to leave this place as if it was the lair of the beast, and she would be eaten alive if she stayed.

Anthony followed behind, anxiously making calls to have somebody pick them up. We may lose our lives if we march in this icy land with the cold wind billowing for much longer.

“Ms. Felch!” Sean hurried after them in a panic and hastened to explain, “Mr. Lindberg was forced to do it! The present situation is—”

Francesca could not comprehend. “Forced to do it? So many people have died because of him. Instead of avenging them, he has so easily reconciled with the president. Was he being forced into it?”

“Uh—”

“I couldn’t blame him for the things that had happened in his absence back then, but now that he’s back, his priority was not to rescue Mr. Lincoln but to reconcile with the president instead. Even though the president had brutally killed Mr. Lincoln before my eyes, he still chose to reconcile.”

Francesca became incensed the more she spoke. “In his eyes, his prestige is more important than anything, including all of our lives.”

“It’s not like this, Ms. Felch—”

he stop me?” Francesca yelled in a rage. “Is it because he

president in that situation because there were guns and infrared lasers all pointed at

protection. Ms. Layla and Mr. Lincoln are dead. What good am I alive for? I only live to avenge

“But—”

best that he never shows his face again, or I may not be able to

“Ms. Felch…”

about to say something, but Francesca had already turned

silhouette looked desolate against the wintry

with Francesca’s temper, he knew nothing he said would

ask her to stay. He must be giving her time to cool down. She’s so angry right

villa, Sean ordered the men who had served alongside Sloan to give Francesca a ride

went to the study room to speak with

in the darkness as the lights

alone on the couch