Her Mysterious Mogul Hubby (Charlotte and Zachary) novel Chapter 1839

“Still sticking around?” Danrique taunted with a grin. “Are you really waiting to experience a shower of bullets? You'll be getting a package deal of a shocking piece of global news. That's a good deal, isn’t it?”

“You-”

The colors drained from Roth's face as he trembled.

That was the first failure in his life, and it was one in which his pride was trampled on by his opponent.

“Young man, don’t get too conceited!

We'll meet again next time!”

With that said, Roth stormed away with his men.

Francesca let out a sigh of relief, thinking, Thank god I managed to survive this.

Sloan then walked over to open the car door and asked with a smile, “Dr. Felch, are you fine? Don’t be scared.

We're safe now.”

Francesca came down from the car and glared at Danrique. “Why didn't you tell me that you still have an ace up your sleeve? You made me come back to save you and nearly died in the car explosion!”

“You only have yourself to blame for your stupidity,” Danrique retorted.

“You-”

Francesca's expression darkened, and she wished she could strangle him then and there.

Right then, the droning noise came closer and closer to them as a helicopter flew over. As the helicopter hovered over their heads, it swept up a strong gust of wind.

Francesca squinted and looked up.

Gordon and the others were in the helicopter. As it turned out, they had come prepared. No wonder Gordon was so calm and was even trying to stop me from coming back.

One of the helicopters then descended before they let down a few ropes.

“Give me the necklace!”

Knowing that they were going to leave, Francesca shot out her arm to snatch the necklace from Danrique.

With a quick turn, Danrique nimbly avoided her grab. Then, he leaped and grabbed the rope from the helicopter before swiftly climbing up.

“Hey!” Francesca anxiously shouted.

Unfortunately, Danrique never turned around. He only said, “See you never!”

The helicopter soon brought Danrique away.

Sean left in the same way.

“B*stards!” Francesca shrieked, stomping her foot.