Chapter 2269
Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort
Chapter 2269 Starving Layla was about to fall asleep when she heard the roar of the car engine outside. She quickly got out of bed and walked to the window to check. Upon realizing it was Gordonâs convoy, she immediately changed her clothes and went downstairs.
The moment Sloan and the others saw Gordon return, they thought Danrique was back as well and went out to greet them excitedly.
However, they could see only Gordon and a group of men alighted from the car. Seeing no sign of Danrique in the vehicle, Sloan and the others promptly asked about the formerâs condition. âDonât worry. Mr. Lindberg is still alive,â
Gordon simply gave a short reply.
âThis is great!â Everyone immediately heaved a sigh of relief, thinking they would still have hope as long as Danrique was still alive.
âLetâs talk inside.â With that, Gordon hurriedly went inside and saw Layla approaching him. After greeting her, he went to Sloan and asked about the actual situation.
Sloan told him everything that had happened during that period of time. Layla, too, added a few things. Only then she asked, âWhy didnât Danrique come back? Is he injured? Does he know about Francescaâs pregnancy?â
âIndeed, Mr. Lindberg is seriously injured. He was still unconscious when I left. Iâve already told Sean about Ms.
Felchâs pregnancy. He will probably inform Mr. Lindberg about it,â Gordon said in a low voice.
âSo, he has been unconscious all this while. No wonderâ¦â Realization dawned on Layla. âHe would have returned long ago if he knew such a serious matter happened.â
âThey had been attacked half a month ago. Mr. Lindberg could have escaped safely, but he was worried about Sean and the others and went back to save them. That was how he got injured.â
Gordon briefly recounted what had happened back then and said, âNow that Mr. Lindberg is seriously injured and canât be here with us, Iâll think of a way to rescue Ms. Felch.â
Layla immediately bobbed her head in agreement. âThatâs right. We should rescue her first. When will you make a move? Iâm going with you.â
âNo, you should stay at home. Donât worry. Iâll keep you updated,â Gordon said respectfully. Then, he gathered some documents and hastily departed with his subordinates.
Befuddled, Layla turned to Sloan and asked, âIsnât he going to save Francesca? Why does he only bring a few people with him?â
âGordon said we canât do it in a harsh way but to go through the proper procedure. I think heâs meeting the people from the Ministry of Law,â Sloan replied, frowning.
âThe whole Erihal is in the hands of the president. Whatâs the point of looking for people from the Ministry of Law? I thought he was going to break in to rescue Francesca. Tell me. How much longer do we have to wait?â Layla was anxious.
âDonât worry, Ms. Layla. Gordon knows what he is doing. He should have discussed this with Sean. Since the two of them are representing Mr. Lindberg and Gordon is handling this matter personally now, he should be able to rescue Ms. Felch,â Sloan reassured.
Although Layla said nothing further after that, the disquiet still lingered in her heart. Iâm sure things arenât that simple. Whether Gordon is looking for the Ministry of Law, the police, or even the military department, everything will still have to go through the president. No one dares to say a thing if the president wants to give Danrique and Francesca a hard time. But Sloan is right. Being Danriqueâs right-hand man, Gordon should be able to stabilize the situation for the moment. Or perhaps he is preparing for Danriqueâs return. Who knows? We can only be patient and wait now.
In the prison, Francesca, feeling lightheaded from starving, lay in bed and didnât feel like moving. When she sensed Sam roaming in her sleeve, seemingly frustrated, she uttered weakly, âSam, go and find yourself some food.â
Sam then came out from her sleeve and slithered along the plank bed. Soon, it returned with a tiny mouse and placed it next to Francesca.
Francesca took a glance at it and shut her eyes again. âThank you. Youâd better keep it for yourself.â