Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 1877

Chapter 1877 Melodrama

Danrique was at that moment sipping his coffee at the dining table. Expecting her to join him at the table at the sight of Francesca descending the stairs, he was most displeased to see her running out into the cold again.

Norah jogged in Francesca’s determined wake as she fretted. “Be careful, Ms. Cece! There’s a chilly gale today.”

Francesca did not look back. A second later, she disappeared into the dense curtain of freshly falling snow.

Danrique was aghast at the blatant display of stubbornness.

I did everything right. Despite giving her flowers and jewels, she was not even moved to tears like the films depicted! It seems she doesn’t even like jewelry. Right, I almost forgot that she’s an unusual one. The laws of common sense don’t apply to her.

“We’re running late, Sir.” Gordon appeared with an update. “You have an important meeting at ten o’clock where the three families will be in attendance.”

Danrique set his mug down and strode out while pulling his coat over himself.

Gordon and the others followed at a respectful distance.

Danrique walked out of the main hall and was about to get into the car where the chauffeur was waiting when he paused to watch Francesca who remained on the prowl for something under the lighthouse not far from where he stood.

Norah was still fussing over her. “You’re going to catch a cold if you don’t put on a coat, Ms. Cece.”

Francesca ignored her. Equipped with a stick, she used it as a shovel to brush aside the increasingly thick layer of snow.

“Didn’t you boys already find everything?” Danrique asked the bodyguard stationed next to him. “What’s she doing?”

“It seems that there is still a ruby ring that has not been recovered, Sir,” the bodyguard responded smartly.

Danrique was too irritated to feel concerned anymore. Just as he was about to get into the car, a maid suddenly screamed. “Look!”

Danrique whipped around at the sound and spotted a small white squirrel holding the coveted ruby as it stood on an overhead branch.

Apparently confusing it for an acorn, it gnawed at it a few times before realizing that it was inedible. At a complete loss, it merely stared blankly at the ruby.

“So that’s where it’s been all along!” Francesca exclaimed as she extended a hand toward the squirrel. “Come here, little one!”

“It won’t understand you, Ms. Cece,” Norah explained patiently, quite convinced that Francesca had lost it. Not to worry, Ms. Cece, I’ll have someone to catch it.”

Norah was about to summon somebody when the squirrel hopped onto her shoulders at her whistle as it held the ruby ring out with both paws like an offering.