Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“I see.” The thought didn’t occur to Bruce.

“It appears that Danrique really cares about Francesco.” Zachary widened his lips into a smile. “Perhaps, something good might come out of this.”

“Erm…” Bruce attempted to say something but held his tongue in fear.

“What is it?” Zachary raised his eyebrow curiously.

“Ahem…” Bruce cleared his throat and meekly remarked, “Given how bad-tempered that witch is, marrying her is the equivalent of bringing a timebomb home. In the event he gets on her nerves, there will never be peace at home. Therefore, I wonder if Mr. Lindberg has thought this through?”

“No wonder Ben and Marino have girlfriends, while you don’t.” Zachary rolled his eyes at Bruce. “Considering the way you think, there’s no way any girl will fall for you.”

“Uhh…” Bruce was still clueless.

“Someone like Mr. Lindberg loves a difficult challenge. Hence, any ordinary girl doesn’t pique his interest at all,” Zachary explained. “Only Francesca is capable of capturing his heart.”

found it hard to understand. “It just feels like

burst into laughter upon hearing Bruce’s response. “The way you

end up torturing one another in conflict. In fact, life would be more peaceful without

an Aston Martin sped past them from the opposing direction on their

Francesca in it at once. Just when he was about to say something, the car screeched to a halt and backed

look out the window. At the same time, Francesca stuck her head out and scowled. “Have you finally

in to revive me, I won’t allow myself to die that easily.” Zachary

good for you!” Francesca glared at him. After that, she stretched her neck to check inside

Zachary sounded frustrated on purpose. “Besides, didn’t I tell you that I needed

long?” Having a memory equivalent to that of a goldfish,

treatment, let’s go back up and get it done. After that, I’m going to meet with Danrique.” Zachary

Francesca was overjoyed by the answer. “Follow

swung around