Charlotte was about to send Danrique a text when the latter called. “I’d heard, Danrique,” she said, picking up at once. “Thank you!”
“There’s no need to thank me.” Danrique sounded as aloof as ever. “When this business with the Nachts is resolved, you are to return to Erihal at once.”
“Danrique-”
“One more thing,” Danrique interrupted, with zero regards for Charlotte’s protests. “When Francesca shows herself, capture her at once. Don’t let her get away. Do you understand?”
“What’s going on between you and Francesca, Danrique?” Charlotte asked after an initially startled pause.
“None of your business. Get it done!” Danrique echoed Francesca at the mention of her name before hanging up.
Charlotte gazed at her phone dejectedly.
Soon, Sean called her again. “Ms. Lindberg, I am not to come over to you, after all. If you would hand over all of the leads you have, I shall begin my investigation. I’ll let you know if I find anything.”
“All right, I’ll have Lupine forward it to you,” Charlotte answered as she gestured at her bodyguard, who nodded and complied immediately.
“By the way, Sean,” Charlotte said, seized by a sudden thought. “Is Danrique hurt?”
“How you did you know that?” Sean asked at once.
“He really is, isn’t he?” Charlotte exclaimed. “No wonder he was so anxious to locate Francesco! Is it serious?”
“Not exactly, although that’s not true. Actually, it’s nothing to worry about.”
Sean sounded conflicted as he was not sure what he was allowed to reveal. “The point is,” he concluded after much hesitation, “that Mr. Lindberg needs Francesco urgently. Once she shows herself, you must inform me. I shall take her back to Erihal.”
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort