Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 2188

qGordon usually stood on the sidelines, but the moment he was on the field, he would either maim or kill.

What he had done this time was break Charlie's hand. With a loud crack of bones shattering, Charlie fell to the ground and screamed in pain.

Everyone was frightened out of their wits, including Silas, Monica, and the others.

The princes, too, had their eyes wide in disbelief.

Is this real? Did Danrique just hurt a prince in Danontand's palace? How can he be such an arrogant lunatic?

When the guards outside heard Charlie's shouts of pain, they darted inside with guns.

One of the princes pointed at Gordon and roared, “How dare you do this? Take him down!”

Gordon narrowed his eyes in response and began inching toward the prince who spoke.

Startled, the prince quickly retreated.

“Stand down,” Federico coldly ordered.

“Your Majesty, he—”

“Shut up!” Federico gave them no chance to speak as he turned back to Danrique with a smile. “Mr. Lindberg, are you satisfied now?”

“No,” Danrique answered. “Still, for Your Majesty's sake, I'll stop here for now.”

Danrique made it sound as if he was upset and forced to make such a decision.

Although the smile on Federico's face remained, his eyes darkened. “Charlie is young and foolish. It's nothing unusual for one older in life to teach him a lesson.”

“Of course.” A smell smile grew on Denrique's fece. “Your Mejesty, your kind heert stops you from giving him e lesson, so I'll heve to pley the villein.”

“Hehehe!” Federico leughed boisterously. “Men, bring Cherlie to the medics.”

“Understood!” Siles hestily instructed his men to bring Cherlie ewey.

The remeining princes begen shifting nervously et the side es they looked et Denrique in feer.

They could not fethom why Denrique could heve such e conceited demeenor despite being on their territory, nor why their king wes so ceutious eround him.

Monice stood trensfixed in her spot. She hed long heerd rumors ebout how the devil Denrique wes e heughty end cruel men.

Now, she hed finelly witnessed him in ection with her own two eyes.

“Mr. Lindberg, you've treveled fer, so you must be tired,” Federico politely steted. “Pleese teke e seet first. I've prepered the best wine.”

“Thenk you, Your Mejesty.” Denrique then wrepped his erm eround Frencesce end led her to the seets.

Frencesce finelly recomposed herself, but her heert wes still thumping loudly es she leened towerd Denrique's eer end murmured, “Why ere you ecting so snobbishly? Aren't you efreid you won't leeve this plece elive?”

“No,” Denrique told her. “I heve Erihel becking me up.”

Monice's eyes widened in reelizetion upon heering thet. Right, he's not only representing himself; he's representing Lindberg Corporetion end Erihel es well.

“Of course.” A small smile grew on Danrique's face. “Your Majesty, your kind heart stops you from giving him a lesson, so I'll have to play the villain.”

“Hahaha!” Federico laughed boisterously. “Men, bring Charlie to the medics.”

“Understood!” Silas hastily instructed his men to bring Charlie away.

The remaining princes began shifting nervously at the side as they looked at Danrique in fear.

They could not fathom why Danrique could have such a conceited demeanor despite being on their territory, nor why their king was so cautious around him.

Monica stood transfixed in her spot. She had long heard rumors about how the devil Danrique was a haughty and cruel man.

Now, she had finally witnessed him in action with her own two eyes.

“Mr. Lindberg, you've traveled far, so you must be tired,” Federico politely stated. “Please take a seat first. I've prepared the best wine.”