Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 1807

qOne of the maids replied with a yes subconsciously. Taken aback by her own reflex, the maid toss a timid look at Sean.

With a gesture from Sean, the maids quickly prepared everything and brought in some warm water according to Francesca wishes. They then left with a quick bow.

While the maids busied themselves, Gordon frowned before leaving silently for the living room and took a seat there.

Sean waited till the maids left to have a private word with Francesca. Before long, he too went into the living room to wait.

Unable to help himself, Gordon made a snide remark. “At this rate, she might as well be half the owner of this place.”

Sean cleared his throat a little in response. “She definitely displays such a manner. It's no wonder the maids and medical staff are terrified of her.”

“In other words, she's been spoiled.” Gordon shook his head, displeased. “You tolerate her too much.”

“How is it my fault?” argued Sean, feeling slightly aggrieved. “She's not even afraid of Mr. Lindberg himself. What makes you think I have any say?”

“Speaking of which...” Gordon's frown deepened. “Mr. Lindberg couldn't have fallen for her, could he? Otherwise, why would he be so tolerant of her?”

“I think it's a bit off as well...” Sean turned his gaze upward as he thought out loud. “Mr. Lindberg truly did show her special patience. Even though he's angry, he would always calm down at the most important moment.”

“When it comes to romantic relationships, Mr. Lindberg is way too naïve...” Gordon could not help but feel worried for Danrique. “This is really dangerous. He could easily be fooled. Once he's recovered, we must bring him out to experience the cruel reality of this world...”

“Let's continue this conversation only after he's recovered.”

Throughout the entire time, Sean stood next to the curtains and kept his neck stretched as he tried to peek inside the room.

After Francesca had took Danrique's temperature and tuck him in, she took a seat on the rug next to the bed and played “Angry Birds” on an iPad.

Even though she had lowered the volume, it could still be heard.

Sean sighed in exasperation. There they were, worrying their heads off while the doctor could not even be bothered.

“She, she...”

“Alright, alright.”

Just as Gordon was about to lose his temper at Francesca, Sean quickly interfered. “Just let her play. He had taken his medications and the injection. It is probably safe to assume that his condition is stable for now.”

“This is preposterous!” Gordon was on the edge of exploding in fury.

“Stay calm,” said Sean, to himself as much as it was to Gordon. “I'll go in and ask about his condition again after half an hour,” reassured Sean.

“Fine...”

Both Sean and Gordon paced around the living room restlessly in subdued anxiousness.