Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 2270

Sam tried to console her by rubbing its head against her cheek.

Sam tried to console her by rubbing its head against her cheek.

Just then, the sound of footsteps rang out from outside. Francesca slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to look outside.

It was the first lady flanked by a group of henchmen. She glared at Francesca coldly and said, “It doesn't seem like a big deal even though we've cut off your food supplies for two days.”

Not giving her a hoot, Francesca shut her eyes and continued to sleep.

“Take a video and send it to Mr. Lindberg. Show him how his fiancée is suffering now,” the first lady ordered.

“Yes, Mrs. President.” One of the subordinates began to record a video of Francesca with his phone.

Francesca didn't retaliate and let them do as they pleased.

Before the first lady left, she purposely told Francesca. “You know what? Gordon is back, but not Danrique. Isn't that clear that you're nothing in his heart?”

Francesca did not utter a word. Mrs. President is trying to sow discord between Danrique and me. However, Gordon's return is implying that Danrique is still alive.

The thought of that made her feel much more relieved.

Another two days had gone by, and Gordon had not returned.

Layla interrogated Sloan about what Gordon had been busy with. Unfortunately, Sloan knew nothing.

Both of them began to panic. Layla wished she could break into the prison and rescue Francesca. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Sloan, on the other hand, couldn't reach Gordon and told Layla he would join her in rescuing Francesca if there was still no reply from Gordon that night.

Four days had passed, and Francesca was pregnant. Her life could be in danger if they didn't rescue her as soon as possible.

In M Nation, Sean was talking to Gordon over the phone.

His expression turned grim upon learning about the situation in Xendale. “It seems the president had long expected this and had everything arranged.”

“Yes. Mr. Lindberg's network in the country dare not make a move now,” said Gordon.

“It's understandable. No one dares to make a move rashly without seeing Mr. Lindberg in person.” Sean frowned as he spoke.

“What should we do? I heard that Mrs. President has cut off Ms. Felch's food supplies. She's pregnant and has not eaten for four days. We're doomed if anything happens to her.”

Not responding, Sean looked toward the room with a complicated look.

“Hey, say something. If there's nothing much we can do, I'll just break in and rescue Ms. Felch.” Gordon was all worked up.

“My initial plan was to put it off for a few days and return to Xendale when Mr. Lindberg's condition improved. But his fever isn't going down for the past few days. Even if I have an idea now, I dare not make any decisions.”

Sean glanced at the room before continuing in a low voice, “The doctor had given him an injection just now. He should be awake soon. I'll ask him about it when he's awake.”

“What else do you want to ask him? We can't waste any more time. Mr. Lindberg will be mad if anything happens to Ms. Felch. I'll go and rescue her and leave the rest for later.”

“Calm down—” Sean was about to speak when Gordon hung up the phone.

When he was about to call Gordon back, an anxious voice rang out behind him. “Sean, Mr. Lindberg is awake.”

He quickly rushed into the room. Apparently, Danrique didn't get any better after a few days of treatment. His face was pale, and his body was still weak. He narrowed his eyes at Sean and ordered with a raspy voice, “We're leaving for Xendale!”

“But Mr. Lindberg —”

“Arrange it now!” Although Danrique had been in a coma, he seemed to sense Francesca and knew something had happened to her.

He was too weak to say anything else besides requesting to leave for Xendale. As long as I'm back, she will be fine.

Sean couldn't help but worry when he saw Danrique's feeble look. However, there was nothing he could do to rescue Francesca.

He knew how important she was to Danrique. If anything were to happen to her, Danrique would definitely feel guilty for the rest of his life.

Thinking of that, he ordered, “Get a private jet ready. We're going back to Xendale.”

“Yes.”