Chapter 2128 Angry
Before Monica could process what was happening, that group of men had already fled the scene. The
silver convoy formed a semi-circle, protecting them like a guardian descended from heaven.
When the car doors opened, several men got out and lined up in front of the cars. âMs. Felch,â they
greeted in unison. Seeing each familiar face, Francesca laughed. âGordon, Sloan, Myloâ¦â
Her sentence trailed off when she saw Danrique standing in the line. Surprise crossed her face.
Danriqueâs long legs stepped out of the car. Dressed in a white shirt, he looked delectable. However,
his gaze was as cold as the freezing weather. âSo this is the legendary Mr. Lindberg?â
Monica stared at Danrique in a daze.
Iâve heard that Mr. Lindberg has an unrivaled good look and exuded an aura of a god, striking fear in
everyoneâs heart. So, itâs true. That rumor isnât an exaggeration. I thought Prince William was the most
handsome man in this world until I met Mr. Lindberg. Only now do I realize the meaning of flawless
perfection.
âThatâs him,â Francesca replied coldly. Her voice edged with anger and resentment as she cussed,
âB*stard!â
âWithout this b*stard saving you, youâll be freezing your butt off in some street in Xendale.â There was
no warmth in Danriqueâs voice. It was cold as ice and laced with arrogance. âCome here.â
âHmph!â Francesca turned her face away from him, ignoring his demand.
âCome on, letâs get in the car. My blood is about to freeze.â Monica had thrown courtesy out of the
window and limped over to the car while dragging her injured leg. âThank you for the timely rescue. Iâm
Monica, a friend of Ms. Felch.â
âThis way please, Ms. Monica.â Mylo led her over to one of the cars at the back. âHey, Monicaâ¦â
Francesca didnât expect Monicaâs will to be that frail. I canât keep up the act if she gets in the car of her
own accord. âGet in.â Danrique glared at Francesca before getting in the car. âLetâs discuss any issues
you have back home.â
His last sentence proved to be useful as Francescaâs heart softened. With a bite on her lip, she
followed him to his car dejectedly. âThis way please, Ms. Felch.â
Sean opened the door for her and shot a triumphant glance at Gordon. I win! Gordon pursed his lips.
Dissatisfaction filled his eyes.
I didnât expect the arrogant Ms. Felch would come to Mr. Lindberg of her own accord. It looks like all
women are the same when theyâre in love. They donât mean what they say.
The convoy drove in the direction of the Lindberg residence.
Sean had turned up the heater in the car, but Francesca still felt chilly. She didnât get a chance to
retrieve her luggage after getting off the plane due to the men pursuing her, so she was still dressed in
thin clothing.
She even lost a shoe when she was running for her life earlier.
I think my foot has frostbite after running so much in the freezing cold.
Danrique raked his cold, assessing gaze up and down Francesca, then frowned with displeasure at her
obvious discomfort. He was silent throughout the entire observation.
Francesca had taken off the other shoe she had on and was rubbing her frostbitten foot with the other.
Her hands were rubbing her arms to warm up herself. She looked pitiful and helpless.
Sean, who was sitting in the passenger seat, silently turned up the heater. He didnât dare to utter a
single word nor retrieve a coat for Francesca. He merely studied Danriqueâs expression from the
rearview mirror.
It was terrifyingly cold.
However, Danriqueâs stony expression didnât hold long. He took off his coat in the end, threw it in
Francescaâs direction, and it landed on her lap. âIsnât Danontand nice? What are you doing here in
Xendale?â he asked cynically.
âI didnât want to come.â Francesca glared at him.
âThen, donât come.â Danrique added, âItâs not too late to fly back now.â
âYouââ Anger rolled through Francesca at his remark. However, she forcibly controlled her temper and
suppressed her wrath when she recalled Williamâs adviceâdonât be difficult and donât fight with him.