Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 2281

Chapter 2281

Needless to say, they were eagerly waiting for it.

However, they did not receive any tasks even when a few days had passed.

It was not until yesterday did Gordon inform them to head to Koandria for a mission to deal with Jesse.

“We can finally go out! I'm so happy!”

“Yes, we can finally meet with Boss!”

“I wonder if he's still the same as all those years ago.”

“Of course he is! He won't grow old.”

“Stop fantasizing, you guys. Our boss already has a fiancée. We're going to Xendale to search for our future lady.”

“Yes!”

Meanwhile, when Danrique was awake, the first thing he asked was about his woman. “Have you found Francesca?”

“No,” replied Sean cautiously. “But we've managed to deal with Jesse and give him the data as you ordered. He released the first piece of news ten minutes ago. Everything's going smoothly.”

Not replying to him, Danrique covered his forehead with his hand.

While he had been gradually recovering in the seven days he stayed in Xendale, he needed more than ten hours of sleep a day. After all, he suffered quite severely—the wounds repeatedly got inflamed and infected.

When he learned of Layla and Sloan's deaths, he reprimanded Gordon and Sean. On the contrary, when he heard of Francesca's uncertain fate, he was all silent.

After a long while, he finally ordered Gordon to search for Francesca, but not to draw any attention.

He was certain that Francesca would be fine, for the beasts she summoned would protect her.

Perhaps she's hiding somewhere to heal her wounds silently. Yeah, that must be it.

“Mr. Lindberg, this is the medicine Gordon had someone send over. Ms. Felch left it at home. Maybe it will do you good. Do you want to try it?” asked Sean, feeling his heart breaking for his boss.

Danrique was blasted by a bomb, resulting in his body being covered in wounds and injuries all over, including his vital organs. If he did not have a good physique, he would not have survived until now.

Although he was treated by the best surgeon there was, it would still take a long time for him to heal completely. How I wish Francesca was here.

“Of course it would do me good. It's her meds.”

As Danrique stared at the bottles and tubes in front of him, as well as the crooked Chanaean words on them, her small and beautiful face formed in his mind.