Her Mysterious Mogul Hubby (Charlotte and Zachary) novel Chapter 2162

“Danrique...” Francesca was going to explain herself when he straight up walked out of the room.

In the end, Francesca was left staring at the tightly shut door. She felt extremely helpless when she recalled his cold and angry reaction.

In the past, she felt she had control over every situation and could excel at many things. Recently, however, she had been feeling increasingly helpless over many issues.

Take rescuing William, for example. She had to rely on Danrique just for that matter.

Convincing Danrique was the biggest problem.

She had thought of every possible solution and weighed the importance of that matter before reasoning with him. She even kept her temper in check while humbling herself to beg him. Sadly, everything she did was fruitless.

And now, she had even infuriated him.

She did not know what to do.

Sighing, she hugged a pillow and stared blankly at the scenery outside that was covered in snow.

The spot on the bed beside her was still warm, and his scent still lingered in the air.

It was true that Danrique cared for and loved her very much. He had even done so much for her. However, he would not give in the slightest bit when it came to rescuing William.

Danrique once said rescuing William won't affect him, nor will it cause any complications. So, why isn't he willing to help? William is his friend, too.

Francesca lay in bed, unable to fall back to sleep. Suddenly, she felt her phone vibrating, and she picked it up to check the notifications.

They were messages from Monica. Some of them were sent when Francesca and Danrique were entangled with each other earlier.

Since she could not fall asleep, Francesca decided to read them one by one.

It turned out that Monica wanted to enter the front hall but was stopped by the bodyguard. Hence, she sneaked out in the middle of the night, wanting to enter the study room through the windows. Unfortunately, Gordon found her and fired a shot.

Monica was hit and fell onto a pile of snow from the second floor.

Blood gushed out of her wound, staining the white snow.

A group of bodyguards armed with guns instantly surrounded her, ready to take down the intruder.

“Monica! Stop! Don't shoot her!” Francesca yelled.

Hearing that, Gordon quickly gave orders to the other bodyguards. Removing Monica's cloak, he could not help but frown when he recognized who she was. “It's you?”

Francesca flew down the stairs and helped Monica up, making sure the latter was safe before scolding Gordon, “Don't you know who she is? Why did you fire your gun?”