Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 1782

Chapter 1782 Protection

Just when Francesca wanted to climb back up the tree, she suddenly heard a sound from afar.

As the main troop was getting close, she could tell from the sound they made that there were a lot of them.

Hence, Danrique jumped down from the tree and ran in a different direction with Francesca in tow.

She was cognizant that he was doing so to distract the enemy from catching up with Sean and Sloan.

Meanwhile, Danrique ran so fast that he looked like a cheetah darting through the forest.

Even though Francesca was inherently agile, she felt she was a weakling when compared to him.

Soon, she just couldn’t run anymore. Flinging his hand aside, she bent down and panted heavily to catch her breath.

“We have to go!” Danrique urged with a frown.

“I can’t run anymore. I just can’t,” Francesca replied breathlessly.

“You’re such a pain.”

When Danrique saw the approaching troops, he carried Francesca on his shoulders and continued running.

Despite being given a fright, Francesca didn’t resist. After all, their enemies were close by and weren’t short of bullets. If they didn’t continue to flee, they would soon be dead.

Francesca could hear the wind blow past her ears when he picked up his pace.

Despite carrying a full-grown adult on his back, Danrique didn’t seem to be out of breath at all.

It was a testament to his amazing speed and stamina.

However, after running for a certain distance, he came to a stop. He was worried that their enemies didn’t notice him and continued to pursue Sean instead.

“Put me down.”

When Francesca struggled for a while, Danrique threw her onto the ground.

“Ouch!” Francesca yelled in agony. The moment she got back to her feet, she thundered, “B*stard—”

Before she could finish, Danrique covered her mouth.