Chapter 2314
Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort
Outside the cold wind was howling and the snow was flying.
Francesca was dressed in thin clothes, barefoot, and walking quickly forward.
All she wanted to do now was to get out of here, to leave this place, as if it was a dragonâs den, and if she continued to stay there she would be swallowed up.
Anthony followed behind, anxiously dialing the phone to have someone come and pick them up.
This freezing weather, the cold wind howling, continue to walk, people are afraid that will be wasted.
âMs.Felch!!!â Sean anxiously chased out and explained, âSir is also forced to do so, the situation now â¦â¦â
âCompelled?â Francesca couldnât understand, âSo many people died because of him, and instead of taking revenge, he easily reconciled with the president, and this is called compulsion?â
âBefore he didnât come back, there was no way to control a lot of things, I donât blame him for what happened, but now, when he came back, the first thing he did was not to save Uncle Lincoln, but he was busy reconciling with the president, even though the president brutally killed Uncle Lincoln in front of me, he still chose to reconcile.â
The more Francesca said, the more agitated and angry she became, âIn his eyes, his position of power is more important than anything, including the lives of us people!!!â
Sean: âThatâs not true, Ms.Felch.â
âLast night I was going to kill the president to avenge Uncle Lincoln, why did he stop it?â Francesca roared in agitation, âJust because he killed that dog thief, he has no one to reconcile?â
âNo, Ms.Felch.â Sean hurriedly explained, âIn that situation at that time, you couldnât kill the President at all, because there were guns and infrared lasers aiming at you everywhere, once they fired, the one who died first must be you, and Mr.Lindberg did it to protect you.â
âI donât need his protection.â Francesca was very angry, âMy auntie Layla and Uncle Lincoln are dead, what am I still living for? I just want to take revenge for them!!!â
âBut â¦â¦â
âThatâs enough, donât say that.â Francesca didnât want to continue the nonsense, âTell him that from now on, Iâm done with him, he better not appear in front of my eyes, otherwise, Iâm afraid I wonât be able to resist killing him!â
âMs.Felch â¦â¦â Sean still wanted to say something, Francesca had already turned around and left.
Her back looked lonely, desolate, and determined in the snowy sky.
Sean talked a breath, he knew Francescaâs temper, he couldnât persuade, so he simply stopped persuading.
Danrique did not explain anything today, nor did he retain her, probably because he also wanted to leave her alone.
She was now in a fit of anger, and probably couldnât listen to anything.
Sean returned to the villa and instructed the two brothers who had previously been with Sloan to drive to see Francesca off, and also asked Norah to bring her clothes and follow her there.
After this was done, he went to the study to look for Danrique.
There were no lights on in the study and the room was dim.
Danrique sat alone on the sofa, drinking in silence.
The atmosphere was somewhat sad, he usually rarely drank unless he was in a bad mood.
Sean opened his mouth and said cautiously, âSir, Ms.Felch has already left, I arranged for Auntie Norah to see her off.â
âMm.â Danrique responded without speaking.
âSheâs in a fit of anger right now, she might not listen to explanations, let her calm down for a few days, maybe sheâll be fine.â Sean said softly, âIn a few days, letâs go pick her up again?â
âWith her temper, Iâm afraid it will take more than a few days.â Danrique sighed helplessly, âIn fact, if it were me, I would be angry too.â
Danrique understood Francescaâs feelings very well, watching the people closest to her being killed, it was impossible not to have resentment in her heart, not only did he stop her from taking revenge, he also reached a reconciliation with her enemy.
How could she not hate?
Even he himself hated himself.
He who had always done what he wanted and never bowed to anything, this time he actually bowed to reality.
He hated himself for it.