Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

As he expected, Danrique had already captured Francesca when he got to Southridge.

Two bags of money stood on the ground, and Francesca cursed, “Give me back my money, Danrique! Give me back my money!” For some reason, her voice was hoarse, and she had to cough a lot. She couldn’t even speak too loudly either.

Because of that, she couldn’t summon the beasts to her side, and Danrique managed to capture her easily. Zachary could see that Danrique planned this from the beginning, or he wouldn’t have allowed Francesca to come back to Southridge.

“I’ll pay you double.” Danrique pulled her up by the collar and tossed her into the car unceremoniously.

Francesca tried to get up, but Danrique held her shoulder and pinned her down against the seat. However, Francesca wasn’t scared of him. She cursed, “Danrique, you b*stard!”

“Who is the b*stard here?” Danrique closed in on Francesca, and the air he radiated was terrifying. “I let you come back because you were nice, but what did you do? You took your money and tried to run away. Are you trying to abandon your kids?”

I don’t want to live in a cage you made for me! I don’t want to be your sex slave! I have a right to freedom, and you can’t take that

he was feeling any pain at all. All he did was glare at her furiously. She did what I told her to last night. I thought she finally knows where she stands after everything that

to take the medicine that irritates her throat. She can’t summon any beasts now, so no matter

private conversation for the confines of home. We have

the night before, but he was on his own turf now. She could

“Um…”

summon more men, she knew something was up. Now that she saw what was happening, she could guess

sweetly and tried to break them apart. “We can talk about this later. There are a lot of people here. Danrique, let Francesca go.” Charlotte tugged on Danrique. “She’s so

puckered her lips and teared up.