Chapter 2019


    "What?"


    Everyone inside the house was stumped as they simply could not wrap their heads around the


    situation. Why is Ms. Fetch suddenly making an announcement that they''re breaking up? Weren''t they


    getting along just fine earlier on?


    Francesca ignored them and started to make her way out.


    Sloan hastened to intercept her. "Don''t be so rash, Ms.


    Felch. Surely, things can be talked over amicably. Have we done something wrong? Kindly berate us if


    we did, but please do not get mad.”


    "This has nothing to do with you guys." Francesca''s brow creased up. "It''s that b*stard Danrique. He''s


    been unfaithful to me, and that is why I''m done with him. Just tell him that I said that if he asks."


    Considering her personality, she was not the type who would bother to exin too much. She,


    however, did not want to cause Sloan and Kerrie to get into trouble.


    "There has to be some kind of misunderstanding here. Mr. Lindberg isn''t that sort of man," Sloan


    protested. "Did you hear about that from some news report you have seen? You can''t trust those as


    they are mostly sensationalistic..."


    "I went to ask him directly because I did not trust the news, but there was a woman''s voiceing from


    his end of the phone..." Francesca was positively livid. "Forget it. It''s too embarrassing, so I don''t want


    to talk about it anymore.


    Regardless, do not try to stop me, or else don''t me me for being uncivil."


    "Ms. Felch..."


    "Out of my way!" Francesca roared.


    "You''ve yet to recover from your injuries, so it''s dangerous for you to go out at this time... M-Ms.


    Felch..."


    There was no chance that Sloan would be able to impede Francesca.


    Kerrie got so worked up that she was stamping her feet.


    "What now? What should we do? Mr. Lindberg is going to be so upset with us if Ms. Felch were to


    leave!" "Where''s Gordon?" Sloan anxiously asked.


    "He left a couple of minutes ago," a jittery Kerrie exined. "He seems to be quite busy. After Ms.


    Felch called him inside to ask some questions, he left in a hurry."


    Bereft of options, Sloan could only call on Gordon. He was, however, unable to get through to thetter


    over the phone.


    As an alternative, he called Sean instead but had no luck there either.


    As such, Sloan had no choice but to go after Francesca himself first. By then, she had already reached


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    the parking lot where two bodyguards were fervently trying to talk her around.


    From a distance, Sloan came running. He thought that they would be able to stop her, but a sudden


    kick from Francesca sent one of the bodyguards flying.


    With the other one in a state of shock and unable to react in time, Francesca hopped right into a red


    Lamborghini, started it up, and sped away.


    "Close the gates!" Sloan yelled.


    The bodyguards manning the iron gates immediately moved to shut it, but that was not going to deter


    Francesca.


    Performing a drift, she directed her vehicle over to another car and drove right onto the roof. With the


    momentum created, she went soaring over the walls of thepound.


    "Jesus Christ!"


    Leading some men out in pursuit on wheels, a panicky Sloan found that both Francesca and her car


    had already vanished from sight by the time he got beyond the gates.


    At the same time, he instructed Kerrie to continue to try to get in touch with Gordon or Sean.


    Over at Summerbank, Danrique had just finished off the ambushing team of assassins and was about


    to guide Hazel and the others away from the banquet hall.


    It was evening time in Summerbank, and the light of the crimson sun had illuminated the horizon in a


    gorgeous hue.


    Recalling Danrique''s dashing ways earlier when engaging his foes despite being outnumbered ten to


    one had Hazel''s heart pounding wildly. Her big, doe eyes regarded Danrique with deep affection and


    were on the verge of tearing up. Content of Draм??ovels


    Danrique had his hands on the steering wheel and his eyes focused to the fore. He did not even cast a


    nce in Hazel''s way.


    Hazel''s voice was filled with the same adoration as it always had, and her bodynguage unreservedly


    revealed her admiration and reverence for Danrique.


    "Your sense of timing is simply impable." Danrique shot her a look. "Fancy arriving and running into


    me at the airport at the exact same time the way you did."