My Fabulous Girl Boss by Evergreen
Mistaking A Magnate For A Male Escort Chapter 1907

Chapter 1907 The Bleeding Would Not Stop

After hanging up the phone, Sean turned toward Danrique and said, “Don’t worry, Mr. Lindberg.There are so many of us with Ms. Cece, so I'm sure she'll be fine. Besides, we're almost at thehospital.”

“Those old b*stards... How dare they object to my marriage! They have no say over my personalaffairs!” Danrique muttered with a gloomy expression

“We didn't take this into consideration due to our lack of experience, but Old Lady Lindbergobjected too when the Nacht family's only son courted Ms. Isabella back then. The fact that Ms.Isabella ended up marrying an ordinary guy goes to show that the Lindberg family doesnt believein marriages of convenience. As such, they expect mutual consent in your marriage as well. Theshareholders, on the other hand, believe that your marriage will have a direct impact on the futureof Lindberg Corporation. That's why they want you to either pick one of the daughters from thethree prominent families, or marry someone with a political background. The bottom line is, theyexpect you to marry a woman with an impressive family background instead of some ordinarycivilian.”

“So what if she’s an ordinary civilian? I don't need to rely on my woman financially, so why shouldher family background even matter?” Danrique protested angrily.

"Her family background is one thing, but her mysterious origin is quite another. M Nation has set itssights on us now, so they're worried that Ms. Cece might be a spy sent to gather information on us.Honestly, I'd say their concerns are quite justified,” Sean explained cautiously.

"Utterly ridiculous! How is that even possible?” Danrique didn’t even know what else to sayanymore.

“I don't think it's possible either, but it is true that we haven't been able to replace any information onMs. Cece's identity...”

Sean stopped himself mid-sentence and continued after a brief pause, “Given how powerful theLindberg family is, there is no secret that we cannot uncover. And yet, Ms. Cece is a completemystery to us.”

“There's nothing wrong with her. I don't care what others say about her, okay? I will be the one todecide who I marry,” Danrique replied.

"Yes, Sir.” Sean lowered his head and kept quiet after that.

“Have more men stationed around Cece. I fear they may try to harm her, especially that b*stardHarrier. He has always wanted to get some dirt on me, but never succeeded in doing so. There's noway he'd just sit by idly now that a golden opportunity has presented itself!” Danrique ordered.“Understood!” Sean nodded. “The hospital is just up ahead. We'll be able to see Ms. Cece soon.”Meanwhile, Francesca had just arrived at the airport. She quickly got off the cab and began rushingtoward the check-in counter.

As it turned out, she had already purchased the air tickets via her mobile phone along the way. Herplan was to lay low in Erihal for a few days and return to the country as soon as her visa wasapproved.

However, she was stopped by a group of men in black before she could even enter the airport.Realizing that they didn't exactly have kind intentions, Francesca turned around and began runningback to the cab.

The men in black immediately drew their guns and gave chase. After knocking a few of them out,she was about to hop in the cab and flee the area. However, the cab driver was so scared of gettinginto trouble that he floored the accelerator and sped off.

Francesca tried to hail another passing cab, but the men jabbed a gun at her head and shoved herinto the back seat of their car.

“What are you guys doing? Mmph..."

The next thing she knew, her mouth had been stuffed with a rag, and one of the men hit her on theback of the head with his gun.

Bam!

Blood splattered all over her Francesca's face as she slumped weakly against the seat.

“She's not dead, is she?” asked one of the men with a frown.

"Please, it'll take much more than a little whack to kill her! Now, hurry up and stop the bleeding!Boss wants her alive!” replied the man leading the group.

“Yes, Sir!"

Francesca's face and clothes had been stained red by her blood as she lay completely motionless inher seat.

One of the men in black tried applying pressure to her wound to prevent her from losing too muchblood.

Little did they know, that blow to her head had landed right on her existing wound, and thebleeding wouldn't stop.