“Mr. Lindberg!”

Noticing something off about Danrique's expression, Sean quickly followed him, but not before giving a

female subordinate his order. “Get her out of there. Make sure she doesn’t die.”

“Yes, sir.” The woman hurriedly went to rescue Francesca.

Meanwhile, Danrique removed all the needles from his body and returned to his room in a fury. He then

put on his bathrobe, sat on the couch, and sipped on a glass of cold wine.

His eyes continued to burn with rage. That d*mned woman! How dare she...

“What happened?”

Gordon rushed over and was just about to report to Danrique when Sean stopped him.

Sean then leaned over to describe what had just happened, causing Gordon to pale in shock. “What?

That was Mr. Lindberg's first kiss—”

“Shhhh!” Sean hastily covered the other man's mouth. “You have a death wish or something?”

Upon realizing he had said something out of line, Gordon scanned his surroundings nervously. Did he

hear me? No? Okay. Guess I'm safe.

Sean let go and gritted his teeth. “1 leave Mr. Lindberg for just one moment, and that woman makes a

move on him,” he remarked softly. “It's no wonder I've been having this strange feeling about her. I

thought she was only after the money or that she was sent by our enemies to spy on us, but I never

thought...”

“D*mn! I can’t believe a tomboy like her tried to seduce Mr. Lindberg!” Gordon raged. “And more

importantly, she actually succeeded?” “Mr. Lindberg's never been around women, so there are rumors

saying he's into men. Maybe that's why she was the perfect candidate to approach Mr. Lindberg,” Sean

lamented. “It's all my fault. Why did I walk away? I should've kept an eye on her.”

“No.” Gordon grew increasingly confused. “The point is that her face is so ruined that she's kept it

wrapped all this while. No one knows what she even looks like! So, why did Mr. Lindberg still...”

“Maybe it's because he's never actually been with a woman. So when one finally tries to make a move

on him, I guess he just...” Sean pondered. “Well, Mr. Lindberg's twenty-seven, but he's never even

touched a woman's hand. So I can kind of understand why this happened.”

Gordon wasn't having it. “That tomboy is full of tricks. She can't stay. I'm going to kick her out now.”

“Wait.” Sean quickly stopped him. “Mr. Lindberg hasn't been cured yet. Besides, I was there when it

happened. He looked like he enjoyed it, but I'm not sure what he was thinking. What if he calms down

and asks for that woman only to learn that you've thrown her out?” “Good point.” Gordon had always

been more rash, unlike the meticulous Sean. “What should we do, then?”

“Let's just wait and see what Mr. Lindberg has to say.” Sean couldn't help but worry as he stared at the

tightly shut door. “Poor Mr. Lindberg. He's probably feeling depressed now after getting his first kiss

robbed by that tomboy.”

“Seriously. I can't believe this!” Gordon fumed.

Meanwhile, the female subordinate carried an unconscious Francesca into the building.

After a series of struggles, the bandages on Francesca's face had come loose, and a small part of her

face could now be seen.

Her body was completely soaked, and the outline of her charming figure was now clear as day.

Regardless, all the men kept their gazes low, not daring to sneak a peek at her.

In any case, their boss was now considered to have touched her, so nobody dared to even let their

eyes wander.

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“Understood.” The female subordinate immediately did as instructed.