Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Chapter 2107 Within Expectations

After a momentary silence, Danrique replied flatly, “That will depend on his performance.”

“As of now, you’re his last hope. In order to exact revenge and make a comeback, he’ll definitely agree to any of your conditions,” Sean said.

“Yes. That includes Francesca too,” Danrique sneered. “Perhaps she might plead on his behalf in order to help him out.”

“Uh…” Sean didn’t dare to comment any further, as he could sense that everything seemed to be falling into place for Danrique, including leveraging this opportunity to take out the Atkinson family.

As long as Francesca didn’t make any further mistakes, they would be the ultimate winner in the end. Unfortunately, all that his employer cared about was Francesca.

Meanwhile, Francesca could feel her ears burning. Feeling as if someone was talking about her, she checked her phone but didn’t see any notifications on it.

she had no time to be distracted, for

inexplicably attractive with her messy hair,

stick out like a sore thumb within the opulent decorations of the palace. “Dr. Felch, this way please,”

William from behind, Francesca strode into

with his narrowed eyes and lamented, “It’s been ten years since

You were still a teenager back then,” Silas recalled. “It was His Majesty’s birthday then, and you

smile. “That was the time I embarrassed myself by rolling down the staircase. While everyone was laughing at me, only Grandpa reached out to

His Majesty’s absence, they used the opportunity to goad you into standing up. Despite knowing that your legs were crippled, they insisted on forcing you to get on your feet. When you failed to do so, they grabbed you up from your wheelchair and let go, causing you to fall down the staircase.” Recalling the past enraged Silas. “They truly

a faint smile as if he was unaffected by

incident, His Majesty has never asked you to come back to the palace. Not because he’s ostracizing you, but because he doesn’t want to see you being bullied,” Silas

gave a bitter smile before raising his head to look out at the green lawn. “Francesca, look,

blood flows through all of your veins. Why do they