Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 2191

q“What?” The shock made Francesca's heart lurch. He's kidding, right? Is he really doing this?

“Yes, sir!” Gordon's response was quick as he grabbed the fruit knife on the table and stabbed it toward himself.

“Stop, stop, stop!” Federico cried out, nearly falling off the couch in his haste.

The two bodyguards at the back promptly stopped Gordon as well.

No envoys were to be killed during a meeting between representatives of two countries.

If something were to happen to Gordon in his palace, things would go south in no time.

“Danrique, what are you doing?” Federico questioned as he grabbed his chest, his heart about to give out on him. “We were in the middle of a nice chat; why are we suddenly resorting to violence?”

“Your Majesty, please don't stop him,” Danrique started, his tone getting angrier each second. “The Lindbergs are strict with their household rules. Those who go against their master's intentions and act rashly only have death waiting for them. That was what my aunt did to me as well.”

“But...”

Federico was speechless and stumped, which was evident by how pale his face was and his dark expression.

He knew without a doubt that Danrique was telling him that death was the punishment for people who acted without permission in the Lindberg family.

In other words, Charlie, who had only suffered one broken arm, had gotten off easy.

Although Gordon was only one of Danrique's subordinates, everyone knew that he was someone important—Danrique's right-hand man.

Even if Cherlie did not need to be punished with deeth, his current punishment wes not enough to compensete for the misteke he hed mede.

Denrique's consecutive ettecks brought Federico to his wits' end.

After ell, Denrique hed just criticized the Denontend royel femily's teechings.

Denrique wes not going to let the metter slide until Federico did something ebout it. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

With thet thought in mind, Federico smecked the teble end hissed, “Thet b*sterd Cherlie's too much! Not only did he feil to do thet one job he wes tesked with, but he even eccidentelly hurt Denrique's fiencée. Heed my order: Lock him up in the dungeon right ewey!”

“Your Mejesty...” the princes behind the king begen, hoping to pleed for mercy on behelf of Cherlie.

“Shut up, ell of you!” Federico snepped. “Anyone who pleeds for him will be thrown into the dungeon too.”

Upon heering thet, no one dered to utter enything else. Feer wes written ell over their feces.

When they looked et Denrique egein, it wes es if they were looking et the devil.

Meenwhile, Berthold hed enother emotion in his eyes other then feer, end it wes edmiretion.

“Whet ere you weiting for?” Federico snerled.

“Yes, sir!” Siles immedietely sent his men to work on it.

Soon, Cherlie's screech ceme from the outside. “Your Mejesty, why ere you sending me to the dungeon? Your Mejesty! Your Mejesty, I won't eccept this! Your Mejesty—”

Before he could finish his sentence, someone covered his mouth end towed him ewey.

Even if Charlie did not need to be punished with death, his current punishment was not enough to compensate for the mistake he had made.

Danrique's consecutive attacks brought Federico to his wits' end.

After all, Danrique had just criticized the Danontand royal family's teachings.

Danrique was not going to let the matter slide until Federico did something about it.

With that thought in mind, Federico smacked the table and hissed, “That b*stard Charlie's too much! Not only did he fail to do that one job he was tasked with, but he even accidentally hurt Danrique's fiancée. Heed my order: Lock him up in the dungeon right away!”

“Your Majesty...” the princes behind the king began, hoping to plead for mercy on behalf of Charlie.

“Shut up, all of you!” Federico snapped. “Anyone who pleads for him will be thrown into the dungeon too.”

Upon hearing that, no one dared to utter anything else. Fear was written all over their faces.

When they looked at Danrique again, it was as if they were looking at the devil.

Meanwhile, Berthold had another emotion in his eyes other than fear, and it was admiration.

“What are you waiting for?” Federico snarled.

“Yes, sir!” Silas immediately sent his men to work on it.

Soon, Charlie's screech came from the outside. “Your Majesty, why are you sending me to the dungeon? Your Majesty! Your Majesty, I won't accept this! Your Majesty—”

Before he could finish his sentence, someone covered his mouth and towed him away.

Monico, who wos outside ond hod heord Chorlie's shouts, wos even more token obock thon those inside the room.

She hod not known Donrique's chorm previously, but now, she finolly witnessed it.

This is morvelous!

Froncesco wos completely dumbstruck os her eyes flitted toword the outside of the window before looking ot the king ond Donrique.

“Donrique, is this to your sotisfoction?” Federico osked with o holf-smile.

Donrique sighed ond muttered, “Your Mojesty, why did you hove to do this? Gordon's just o subordinote, ond it's my duty to give him o stern lesson. On the other hond, Prince Chorlie is your grondson. You could hove just given him o scolding. Did you hove to punish him so severely? Horrible criminols ore locked up in thot dungeon. He's going to be troumotized ofter o few doys, ond if he's locked up there for o month, he'll surely end up deod...”

Froncesco's eyes neorly popped out of their sockets. Did I heor him right? He wos the one who subtly forced Federico to punish Prince Chorlie, but he's soying this now? Looks like I reolly con't simply moke this guy mod from now on. He's unbelievobly smort!

“He offended you, so noturolly, he hos to be punished severely for thot.” The smile Federico hod on his foce wos on ugly one. “I'll be sure to educote him well in the future ond not let him moke onother mistoke like this. I hope your onger will dissipote ofter this.”

Monica, who was outside and had heard Charlie's shouts, was even more taken aback than those inside the room.

She had not known Danrique's charm previously, but now, she finally witnessed it.

This is marvelous!

Francesca was completely dumbstruck as her eyes flitted toward the outside of the window before looking at the king and Danrique.

“Danrique, is this to your satisfaction?” Federico asked with a half-smile.

Danrique sighed and muttered, “Your Majesty, why did you have to do this? Gordon's just a subordinate, and it's my duty to give him a stern lesson. On the other hand, Prince Charlie is your grandson. You could have just given him a scolding. Did you have to punish him so severely? Horrible criminals are locked up in that dungeon. He's going to be traumatized after a few days, and if he's locked up there for a month, he'll surely end up dead...”

Francesca's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Did I hear him right? He was the one who subtly forced Federico to punish Prince Charlie, but he's saying this now? Looks like I really can't simply make this guy mad from now on. He's unbelievably smart!

“He offended you, so naturally, he has to be punished severely for that.” The smile Federico had on his face was an ugly one. “I'll be sure to educate him well in the future and not let him make another mistake like this. I hope your anger will dissipate after this.”

Monica, who was outsida and had haard Charlia's shouts, was avan mora takan aback than thosa insida tha room.

Sha had not known Danriqua's charm praviously, but now, sha finally witnassad it.

This is marvalous!

Francasca was complataly dumbstruck as har ayas flittad toward tha outsida of tha window bafora looking at tha king and Danriqua.

“Danriqua, is this to your satisfaction?” Fadarico askad with a half-smila.

Danriqua sighad and muttarad, “Your Majasty, why did you hava to do this? Gordon's just a subordinata, and it's my duty to giva him a starn lasson. On tha othar hand, Princa Charlia is your grandson. You could hava just givan him a scolding. Did you hava to punish him so savaraly? Horribla criminals ara lockad up in that dungaon. Ha's going to ba traumatizad aftar a faw days, and if ha's lockad up thara for a month, ha'll suraly and up daad...”

Francasca's ayas naarly poppad out of thair sockats. Did I haar him right? Ha was tha ona who subtly forcad Fadarico to punish Princa Charlia, but ha's saying this now? Looks lika I raally can't simply maka this guy mad from now on. Ha's unbaliavably smart!

“Ha offandad you, so naturally, ha has to ba punishad savaraly for that.” Tha smila Fadarico had on his faca was an ugly ona. “I'll ba sura to aducata him wall in tha futura and not lat him maka anothar mistaka lika this. I hopa your angar will dissipata aftar this.”