Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 1753

The boss of Casino Inferno began to panic by the turns of events. He had captured Francesca for auction that night to butter Danrique up but did not expect things to play up this way.

How did things become like this? I might not live to see tomorrow if I angered Mr. Lindberg!

The five bodyguards approached Francesca, attempting to seize her.

Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger and fired a shot at Danrique.

The crowd widened their eyes in disbelief as they watched the bullet whiz through the air.

It was as though time had come to a standstill, and the air abruptly froze.

At that very moment, a silver glint swooshed through the air.

Following a loud thud and subsequently an agonizing scream, blood was splattered all over the place.

Stumped, Francesca stumbled a few steps back while grasping her injured hand. She was so stunned beyond words that her jaws went slack at how the gun was hacked into two and the crescent-shaped dagger was stuck on the silver cage.

At the same time that she fired the shot, a crescent-shaped dagger came flying in her direction, slicing through the bullet to interrupt its momentum and cleaving the pistol in her grip into two. She had sustained a cut on her hand as a result.

What the hell? Did that really just happen?

As much as Francesca could not believe her eyes, the dagger and the gun were shreds of evidence to prove what had happened moments ago.

Her eyes had not played tricks on her, and neither was that a hallucination.

Francesca directed her gaze toward Danrique. But this time, she was in awe. Who exactly is this guy? How did he manage to have such impressive skills?

Finishing the wine in his glass in one gulp, Danrique looked up and remarked, “You should be secretly relieved that you looked like a clown. Otherwise, I would have aimed for your neck instead of the gun!”

His frosty voice did not have a tinge of warmth in it.

A line formed between Francesca’s brows as she instinctively clenched her fists tight.

“You’ve overestimated yourself!” The owner of Casino Inferno mocked with a laugh. “Are you trying to embarrass yourself in front of Mr. Lindberg with those useless moves? Get her!”

Two men in black went up to her and grabbed her by her shoulders.