Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 1820

Chapter 1820 Do You Want To Die

“Really? Who said so?” Suddenly, a clear voice emerged from a distance, breaking the tension in the room. “Who says no one cares about him? I care!”

Prince William shuddered. He turned around and saw Francesca entering the room in a black dress and a mask.

As she was walking into the room, two men in black pointed their guns at her back.

Sean was at a loss for words. Francesca sounded so confident that he thought she had come to their rescue after taking down Pastor’s bodyguards. But apparently, she was also held at gunpoint.

“Master Felch…” Sloan could not help but worry for Francesca.

“You’re nothing but a small fry. Who do you think you are?” Pastor looked down on Francesca. “I hate people who bite off more than they could chew!”

He then gestured for his bodyguards to aim their guns at her.

“No, wait!” Prince William panicked.

“You seem nervous, Your Highness.” Pastor was intrigued by his reaction. “Is she your woman?”

Prince William did not know how to answer his question. He turned to Danrique and said, “Save her, Danrique.”

“He’s right.” Danrique knitted his brows. “I hate people who bite off more than they could chew too.”

“Danrique…” Prince William got even more frantic.

“Excuse me?” Francesca gave Danrique a sullen glare. “How could you say that? I came here to rescue you!”

Danrique looked at her as if he was looking at a lunatic. You? Rescue me? Are you kidding me?

“For the record, I’m only doing it for the money.” Francesca gritted her teeth.

“What did you say, Master Felch?” Kerrie did not catch her words.

“Tell your men to put down their guns.” Francesca warned Pastor. “Quick. Do it before I lose my patience.”

Pastor laughed sarcastically. “Who on earth is this clown? Where did she come from?”