Immediately, Danrique pulled her back and stared into her eyes. “It’s you?"

“No,” Francesca instinctively blurted out.

However, she regretted the moment she opened her mouth.

Danrique's eyes widened at her voice, and he reached out his hand to remove her mask.

In response, Francesca attempted to duck, but Danrique moved faster than she did.

Before she knew it, he had ripped off her mask.

Looking at her face, Danrique froze. Although her smoky makeup made her seem almost

unrecognizable, he could tell that she was the lady who held him hostage that night.

“It is you!"

Even the boss at Casino Inferno recognized her. When he saw her fighting with the bodyguards earlier,

it reminded him of the lady from that day. He drew parallels from the moves she used.

Flustered, Francesca hurriedly tried

to escape.

Unfortunately, Danrique grabbed her backpack to stop her from leaving.

The force tore open her bag, and its contents spilled all over the floor.

At that sight, Francesca quickly bent down to retrieve them.

Yet, Danrique was one step ahead of Francesca, and he managed to snatch the gold necklace from

her.

As the cold metal cross slid through her fingers, Francesca screeched, “Give it back to me!”

She desperately tried to reach for the item but to no avail as Danrique extended his right arm and held

it above his head to move it out of her reach.

Given their difference in height, there was no way she could reach the necklace.

“What is this?”

At that moment, Sean reached down to pick up the clothes scattered on the floor.

Afraid that it would expose her identity, Francesca frantically grabbed her clothes and fled.

“Hey, don't leave,” Sean called out, attempting to stop her. However, Danrique interrupted, “Don't scare

her.”

“Should I get our men to follow her?” Sean asked.

“It's not necessary,” Danrique muttered while eyeing the necklace he held. His gaze softened as he

continued, “It's her.”

Meanwhile, Francesca ran out of Casino Inferno and hopped into a taxi.

When she finally got in the car, she pressed her hands to her chest to calm herself down.

Francesca felt more confused than ever when she recalled the earlier events.

Why did Danrique help me? If he noticed that I was the one who held him hostage that night, shouldn't

he be angry?

“Where are you heading to?” the driver asked.

“Oh, I—" Francesca finally regained her senses and randomly thought of a place. “You can drop me at

the nearest public toilet.”

Annoyed, the driver rolled his eyes at her via the rearview mirror before stopping his car at a park

nearby.

Then, Francesca grabbed her bag of clothes and headed for the public toilet in the middle of the park.

After she washed her face and got changed, she took another taxi back to the hotel. Co?tent оf

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However, the place was heavily guarded by bodyguards hired by the Lindberg family. They surrounded

the area to prevent any outsiders from entering.

Initially, they even stopped Francesca at the door. Luckily, one of the security guards recognized her

and subsequently allowed her in.

When she walked into the hotel, she overheard the Lindberg family’s bodyguards instructing the hotel

security guards to stop any other outsiders from going into the building.