Her Mysterious Mogul Hubby (Charlotte and Zachary)

Chapter 2283

How am I going to find someone as good as her?

How am I going to face Mr. Lincoln?

What am I going to tell Lincoln and Anthony?

What about the kids at the children's home?

What about me?

Tears escaped from the corner of her eyes, and Francesca's eyes fluttered shut. Sloan's naive yet

handsome face emerged in her mind.

Back when they first met, she still did not have her memories yet. The first time she summoned a beast

with the summoning spell, Sloan was starry-eyed.

From then on, he became her fan.

To help her out, he even went against Danrique's orders and let her go sneakily.

Every time he received the task to protect her, he carried it out to the best of his ability.

Every time she fought with Danrique, he would defend her.

To her, Sloan was not just a bodyguard; he was her buddy in the Lindberg family.

This time, he impulsively broke into the prison with Layla to rescue her.

He was someone who had gone through rigorous training, so how could he not know that he was

running straight to his death?

He definitely knew it.

But he still came because she was the one he admired and wanted to protect most. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Zolt and Morty, too. They were Sloan's good friends, and they were often tasked to protect Francesca,

so they were close to her as well.

That was why they had blindly followed Sloan there.

In the end...

The thought of those cruel scenes was like a knife through Francesca's heart.

Her twenty-one years of living had been eventful, but she never bore any grudges toward anyone.

Not even Chrono.

What she felt the most were often resignation and exasperation.

However, this time, Francesca abhorred the masterminds—the president and his wife.

Regardless of everything, they had set her up and killed Layla, Sloan, Morty, and Zolt. Francesca was

never going to let them off.

With that thought in mind, a new motivation to live burned bright in Francesca.

She had to recompose herself and make herself stronger. It was only then she would be able to protect

herself and the people around her.

She could not be the lamb waiting to be slaughtered anymore.

Now, Francesca regretted not listening to Layla. She should have created more powerful weapons and

poison and brought them along with her. She could have made herself more powerful in both attack

and defense.

Nevertheless, she had to wait until Xendale was peaceful again before she could work on that.

After all, no matter how mighty she was, she could never win against those in power.

I wonder how Danrique is doing now. Is he back? Will he be able to turn the tables and defeat the evil

couple?

Francesca stared at the dark cave for a while before forcing herself to sit upright. Then, she gobbled

down the wild berries and chestnuts beside her.

She had to recuperate and recover as quickly as she could so that she could leave the place.

She had to look for Danrique.

Danrique woke with a start. His forehead was beaded with sweat, and terror filled his amber eyes.

He screamed her name as his heart shattered into a million pieces.

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“Mr. Lindberg, you're awake,” Sean said from behind the screen. “Do you want some water?”

“Any news of her?” asked Danrique instead, covering his eyes with his hand.

“Mr. Lincoln has been saved?”

“Send someone to protect them from the shadows,” Danrique instructed. “Don't alert anyone.”