qThe car drove down the mountain and headed for the city.
There was no saying how long they had been driving because Francesca was dozing off by the time the car finally stopped.
It was extremely quiet there. There was even an echo when Sean talked to the others, and Francesca deduced they were in a parking lot.
She shoved a corner of her shirt at the lock on the trunk to prevent it from locking properly.
After that, she waited until the men had left, and she could no longer hear their footsteps.
Certain that the coast was clear, she slipped out of there right away and was going to flee the place.
That was when the elevator door suddenly opened. Danrique and the others had doubled back.
Francesca jumped in surprise and hurried to the other side of another car to hide.
“Mr. Lindberg's coat is inside the car. Go and retrieve it.”
“Understood.”
As Sean was giving his orders, his eyes took a quick scan of the surroundings. He soon noticed something at the side of a jeep.
There, beside one of the car's tires, was the corner of a shirt.
He signaled the others right away.
Two subordinates crept to the side slowly.
“Is it really her, Mr. Lindberg?” asked Sean softly and curiously.
Danrique didn't reply. He narrowed his eyes and glared in the direction where Francesca was hiding at.
Still behind the jeep, Francesca waited for quite some time. Her plan was to escape after the other had left with the coat.
She was going to sneak a peek when she heard something behind her.
Her instinct prompted her to turn around, but by then, someone had already grabbed her shoulder and pinned her down as though she was an animal.
“It is her, Mr. Lindberg!”
The men treated Francesca as though she was a thief and dragged her to Danrique.
She didn't struggle or complain. Instead, she glared at him.
“Why were you hiding there?” demanded Danrique coldly.
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