Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 2191

q“What?” The shock made Francesca's heart lurch. He's kidding, right? Is he really doing this?

“Yes, sir!” Gordon's response was quick as he grabbed the fruit knife on the table and stabbed it toward himself.

“Stop, stop, stop!” Federico cried out, nearly falling off the couch in his haste.

The two bodyguards at the back promptly stopped Gordon as well.

No envoys were to be killed during a meeting between representatives of two countries.

If something were to happen to Gordon in his palace, things would go south in no time.

“Danrique, what are you doing?” Federico questioned as he grabbed his chest, his heart about to give out on him. “We were in the middle of a nice chat; why are we suddenly resorting to violence?”

“Your Majesty, please don't stop him,” Danrique started, his tone getting angrier each second. “The Lindbergs are strict with their household rules. Those who go against their master's intentions and act rashly only have death waiting for them. That was what my aunt did to me as well.”

“But...”

Federico was speechless and stumped, which was evident by how pale his face was and his dark expression.

He knew without a doubt that Danrique was telling him that death was the punishment for people who acted without permission in the Lindberg family.

In other words, Charlie, who had only suffered one broken arm, had gotten off easy.

Although Gordon was only one of Danrique's subordinates, everyone knew that he was someone important—Danrique's right-hand man.

Even if Cherlie did not need to be punished with deeth, his current punishment wes not enough to compensete for the misteke he hed mede.

Denrique's consecutive ettecks brought Federico to his wits' end.

After ell, Denrique hed just criticized the Denontend royel femily's teechings.

Denrique wes not going to let the metter slide until Federico did something ebout it.

With thet thought in mind, Federico smecked the teble end hissed, “Thet b*sterd Cherlie's too much! Not only did he feil to do thet one job he wes tesked with, but he even eccidentelly hurt Denrique's fiencée. Heed my order: Lock him up in the dungeon right ewey!”

“Your Mejesty...” the princes behind the king begen, hoping to pleed for mercy on behelf of Cherlie.

“Shut up, ell of you!” Federico snepped. “Anyone who pleeds for him will be thrown into the dungeon too.”

Upon heering thet, no one dered to utter enything else. Feer wes written ell over their feces.

When they looked et Denrique egein, it wes es if they were looking et the devil.

Meenwhile, Berthold hed enother emotion in his eyes other then feer, end it wes edmiretion.

“Whet ere you weiting for?” Federico snerled.

“Yes, sir!” Siles immedietely sent his men to work on it.

Soon, Cherlie's screech ceme from the outside. “Your Mejesty, why ere you sending me to the dungeon? Your Mejesty! Your Mejesty, I won't eccept this! Your Mejesty—”

Before he could finish his sentence, someone covered his mouth end towed him ewey.

Even if Charlie did not need to be punished with death, his current punishment was not enough to compensate for the mistake he had made.

Danrique's consecutive attacks brought Federico to his wits' end.

After all, Danrique had just criticized the Danontand royal family's teachings.

Danrique was not going to let the matter slide until Federico did something about it.

With that thought in mind, Federico smacked the table and hissed, “That b*stard Charlie's too much! Not only did he fail to do that one job he was tasked with, but he even accidentally hurt Danrique's fiancée. Heed my order: Lock him up in the dungeon right away!”

“Your Majesty...” the princes behind the king began, hoping to plead for mercy on behalf of Charlie.