Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 1970

Chapter 1970

 "I guess so," Danrique answered casually.

Francesca's expression darkened again, her lips curled.

"Try this..."

Danrique placed a slice of angel food cake on her plate.

"It's made by the new chef."

Francesca had lost her appetite.

Just as she was about to speak, a subordinate reported again, "Mr.Lindberg, the private jet is ready."

"Okay; Danrique responded before turning to Francesca.

"After you get to H City, be good and don't go anywhere.Gordon will find Dr.Felch.By the time he finds the doctor, I should be done with the matters here and go there."

"All right."

Francesca felt reluctant to be apart from him.

"You should attend to the matters.Don't worry about me.Actually, I—"

"Mr.Lindberg, you have a call from the president...Francesca was about to tell Danrique that she was actually Dr.Felch's apprentice, but just then, Sean came in hurriedly with a phone in his hand.Danrique took over the phone and answered it.

"Mr.President, I will go to the airport immediately.Yes, we'll reach at ten o'clock.What's the hurry? Sure, I'll do it as soon as possible"

After ending the call, Danrique glanced at his watch while speaking to Francesca unhurriedly.

"You should eat more.We're not rushing."

"Nah, I'm fine.Let's go."

Francesca knew that he still had many important things to attend to.

The issue with Frank was complicated, so Danrique had to settle every aspect of it.

Besides, he also needed to deal with the three great families.

At a time like this, she didn’t want to distract him.

"Okay.I've arranged for the chef to board the plane with you so that you won't be hungry while you're on the way there."

Danrique kissed her on the forehead before instructing the subordinates to get ready.

Norah took Francesca's backpack from upstairs.

Francesca checked it, finding her jewelry and identity document inside.

When Danrique saw her checking the jewelry, he couldn't help but chuckle and say, "Look at you.You can get half of my property as my wife.Those are nothing."

"Oh, I think you're right."

Realization struck Francesca instantly.

"Then how many properties do you own?"