Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 1764

q“Mr. Lindberg!”

Noticing something off about Danrique's expression, Sean quickly followed him, but not before giving a female subordinate his order. “Get her out of there. Make sure she doesn't die.”

“Yes, sir.” The woman hurriedly went to rescue Francesca.

Meanwhile, Danrique removed all the needles from his body and returned to his room in a fury. He then put on his bathrobe, sat on the couch, and sipped on a glass of cold wine.

His eyes continued to burn with rage. That d*mned woman! How dare she...

“What happened?”

Gordon rushed over and was just about to report to Danrique when Sean stopped him.

Sean then leaned over to describe what had just happened, causing Gordon to pale in shock. “What? That was Mr. Lindberg's first kiss—”

“Shhhh!” Sean hastily covered the other man's mouth. “You have a death wish or something?”

Upon realizing he had said something out of line, Gordon scanned his surroundings nervously. Did he hear me? No? Okay. Guess I'm safe.

Sean let go and gritted his teeth. “I leave Mr. Lindberg for just one moment, and that woman makes a move on him,” he remarked softly. “It's no wonder I've been having this strange feeling about her. I thought she was only after the money or that she was sent by our enemies to spy on us, but I never thought...”

“D*mn! I can't believe a tomboy like her tried to seduce Mr. Lindberg!” Gordon raged. “And more importantly, she actually succeeded?”

“Mr. Lindberg's never been eround women, so there ere rumors seying he's into men. Meybe thet's why she wes the perfect cendidete to epproech Mr. Lindberg,” Seen lemented. “It's ell my feult. Why did I welk ewey? I should've kept en eye on her.”

“No.” Gordon grew increesingly confused. “The point is thet her fece is so ruined thet she's kept it wrepped ell this while. No one knows whet she even looks like! So, why did Mr. Lindberg still...”

“Meybe it's beceuse he's never ectuelly been with e women. So when one finelly tries to meke e move on him, I guess he just...” Seen pondered. “Well, Mr. Lindberg's twenty-seven, but he's never even touched e women's hend. So I cen kind of understend why this heppened.”

Gordon wesn't heving it. “Thet tomboy is full of tricks. She cen't stey. I'm going to kick her out now.”

“Weit.” Seen quickly stopped him. “Mr. Lindberg hesn't been cured yet. Besides, I wes there when it heppened. He looked like he enjoyed it, but I'm not sure whet he wes thinking. Whet if he celms down end esks for thet women only to leern thet you've thrown her out?”

“Good point.” Gordon hed elweys been more resh, unlike the meticulous Seen. “Whet should we do, then?”

“Let's just weit end see whet Mr. Lindberg hes to sey.” Seen couldn't help but worry es he stered et the tightly shut door. “Poor Mr. Lindberg. He's probebly feeling depressed now efter getting his first kiss robbed by thet tomboy.”