Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 1836

Chapter 1836 A Regal Demeanor

The quiet state of the town was disrupted by the sudden gunshot, and the people on the street let out screams of terror before they began running for cover.

Right then, a group of people darted out of the motel, running after Danrique and his group with guns in their hands.

By then, Francesca was no longer thinking about snatching the necklace. After all, saving her own life took priority in the situation.

The few of them stole a car and tried to drive out of the town, but a few black modified cars soon blocked their way. Clearly, the other party was determined to capture Danrique.

Nevertheless, Danrique gripped the steering wheel tightly, slammed his foot on the accelerator, and drove straight at them.

One of the cars instinctively dodged Danrique’s car. With a flawless drift, the car’s left wheels lifted into the air, and Danrique drove them through the gap.

Bang!

The rearview mirror of the car was sent flying, and it was a close shave. They managed to escape the barricade.

Francesca sighed in relief. Just as she was about to speak, Sean suddenly yelled, “Oh my god!”

At that, Francesca raised her head to look out of the window. A line of cars had formed a wall in front of them, blocking their escape route.

At the same time, more cars were coming from behind them.

“F*ck, I wouldn’t have come back if I knew this was going to happen,” Francesca grumbled.

“Are you regretting it?”

Danrique was still calm and collected as always. After he coldly glanced at the row of cars in front of them, he then looked at his watch.

“Extremely,” Francesca huffed. “I risked my life and came back to you, and you repaid my kindness with cruelty. Now, you’re getting me involved in your issues…”

“Answer me. Why do you want this necklace?” Danrique questioned. “If you give me a satisfactory answer, I’ll give you another hundred million.”

“Then will you give me the necklace?” Francesca quickly asked.

“No,” came Danrique’s reply without any hesitation.

“Is that ordinary necklace that important? Why are you so stubbornly holding onto it?” Francesca was absolutely baffled. “Answer me. If you give me a satisfactory answer, I won’t keep asking you for it anymore.”

At that, Danrique shot her an icy look and fell silent.