Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 2313 It Was Real

Danrique placed Francesca into the car and said politely to Justin, who had come forward to stop him, “Francesca is

my woman, General Jablonski. I will not hurt her.”

“As I was the one who had brought her to Xendale, I am responsible for her safety,” Justin protested firmly.

Danrique’s gaze was steely. “She will be safe with me. You are welcome to visit the Lindberg residence if you’re not

assured.” “Uh…”

Justin hesitated. He wanted to protect Francesca, not ruin her marriage; she had once declared that Danrique was Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

the man she loved. At last, he relented. “I will hold you accountable if anything happens to her.”

Danrique did not reply but sank into a bow before bringing Francesca away. “Francesca…”

Anthony was about to run after her when Sean gestured him toward another car. Danrique’s men departed with

Lincoln’s remains. Francesca felt her head splitting open as if it was about to explode when she finally regained

consciousness.

Flashes of Layla and Lincoln meeting their end played over and over again in her mind’s eye. Each one felt like a

knife piercing her. “Ms. Felch. Ms. Felch!”

Regaining her composure at the cries of concern, Francesca opened her eyes in a daze and was instinctively

disconcerted by Norah’s kind face looming over hers. It felt as if time had stood still several months before the

tragedies struck.

Norah wiped the beads of sweat off her forehead and asked tenderly, “You’ve been talking in your sleep. Did you

have a nightmare? Don’t be scared. Everything is all right now.” Francesca rubbed her eyes. “How long have I been

out for?”

Norah helped her up and propped a pillow behind her lower back. “A whole day and night. Mr. Lindberg brought you

home last night, and it’s currently the second night.”

“Where is Danrique?” Francesca asked instinctively. “Mr. Lindberg is not home yet,” Norah replied softly. “Many

things happened today, and Mr. Lindberg has been out since this morning dealing with them.”

Francesca clutched her head to recall the events of the night before. Mr. Lincoln is dead. He had been shot dead

before my eyes. Was it a nightmare, or did that really happen?

As realization dawned upon her, she realized it had all happened for real.

Mr. Lincoln is really dead. The president had released him and told him that he and Danrique had reconciled.

Enraged, Mr. Lincoln became consumed by the thought of killing the president and his wife to avenge Ms. Layla. As

soon as he was uncuffed, he grabbed the guard’s gun and fired at the president’s car without stopping. However,

he had only killed the first lady as the president was in another vehicle.

“Let me in! Francesca!” Anthony’s voice sounded outside. Francesca quickly had Norah open the door, who placed

a jacket on Francesca’s shoulders before letting him in.

“Let’s go, Francesca,” Anthony said upon dashing in. “Let’s get out of here.” “What happened?” Francesca gazed at

him, bewildered.

“Danrique reconciled with the president,” Anthony spat. “The two of them held a press conference this afternoon to

explain to the reporters that everything that had happened was a misunderstanding and banned all news regarding

the matter. Look, we can’t find anything about it.”

As he spoke, Anthony handed her his phone.

Francesca received his phone and conducted an online search. True enough, all news regarding the first lady, her,

Avery and Chrono, and the first lady’s scandal had been wiped clean.

Not a trace of evidence could be found as if it had never happened.

Francesca gaped at the phone, then gazed up at the clock on the wall. The date and time were correct.

Ms. Layla and Mr. Lincoln’s deaths were real, and so were Sloan’s, Morty’s, and Zolt’s. Everything was real.