Chapter 2128


    Before Monica could process what was happening, that group of men had already fled the scene.


    The silver convoy formed a semi-circle, protecting them like a guardian descended from heaven.


    When the car doors opened, several men got out and lined up in front of the cars. “Ms. Felch,” they


    greeted in unison.


    Seeing each familiar face, Francescaughed. “Gordon, Sloan, Mylo...”


    Her sentence trailed off when she saw Danrique standing in the line. Surprise crossed her face.


    Danrique''s long legs stepped out of the car. Dressed in a white shirt, he looked delectable. However,


    his gaze was as cold as the freezing weather.


    “So this is the legendary Mr. Lindberg?”


    Monica stared at Danrique in a daze.


    I''ve heard that Mr. Lindberg has an unrivaled good look and exuded an aura of a god, striking fear in


    everyone''s heart. So, it''s true. That rumor isn''t an exaggeration. I thought Prince William was the most


    handsome man in this world until I met Mr. Lindberg. Only now do I realize the meaning of wless


    perfection.


    “That''s him,” Francesca replied coldly. Her voice edged with anger and resentment as she cussed,


    “B*stard!”


    “Without this b*stard saving you, you''ll be freezing your butt off in some street in Xendale.” There was


    no warmth in Danrique''s voice. It was cold as ice andced with arrogance. “Come here.”


    “Hmph!” Francesca turned her face away from him, ignoring his demand.


    “Come on, let''s get in the car. My blood is about to freeze.” Monica had thrown courtesy out of the


    window and limped over to the car while dragging her injured leg. “Thank you for the timely rescue. I''m


    Monica, a friend of Ms. Felch.”


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    “This way please, Ms. Monica.”


    Mylo led her over to one of the cars at the back.


    “Hey, Monica...”


    Francesca didn''t expect Monica''s will to be that frail. I can''t keep up the act if she gets in the car of her


    own ord.


    “Get in.” Danrique red at Francesca before getting in the car. “Let''s discuss any issues you have


    back home.”


    Hisst sentence proved to be useful as Francesca''s heart softened. With a bite on her lip, she


    followed him to his car dejectedly.


    “This way please, Ms. Felch.”


    Sean opened the door for her and shot a triumphant nce at Gordon. I win!


    Gordon pursed his lips. Dissatisfaction filled his eyes.


    I didn''t expect the arrogant Ms. Felch woulde to Mr. Lindberg of her own ord. It looks like all


    women are the same when they''re in love. They don''t mean what they say.


    The convoy drove in the direction of the Lindberg residence.


    Sean had turned up the heater in the car, but Francesca still felt chilly. She didn''t get a chance to


    retrieve her luggage after getting off the ne due to the men pursuing her, so she was still dressed in


    thin clothing.


    She even lost a shoe when she was running for her life earlier.


    I think my foot has frostbite after running so much in the freezing cold.


    Danrique raked his cold, assessing gaze up and down Francesca, then frowned with displeasure at her


    obvious difort. He was silent throughout the entire observation.


    Francesca had taken off the other shoe she had on and was rubbing her frostbitten foot with the other.


    Her hands were rubbing her arms to warm up herself. She looked pitiful and helpless.


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    “I didn''t want toe.” Francesca red at him.


    “Then, don''te.” Danrique added, “It''s not toote to fly back now.”