At Chapter 1866 of Her Mysterious Mogul Hubby novel , Charlotte continues to navigate the complexities of her life as a Luna guiding a pack of wolves. The twists of fate have not ceased, and as she grapples with her past, present, and the mysterious mogul, readers are in for a treat. In Chapter 1866 , Michelle skillfully builds suspense, leaving us on the edge of our seats, eager to discover what destiny has in store for our resilient protagonist. Read Her Mysterious Mogul Hubby novel Chapter 1866 at NovelFreePDF.com.
With a disgusted expression on her face, Francesca exclaimed, “That’s disgusting!”
She then said to the bodyguard, “Look after her while I go to the washroom.”
With that, she stood up and left.
“Hey, Ms. Cece!” Two of the bodyguards went after her.
Francesca immediately picked up her pace, hoping that she could lose them.
Right then, the drunk man from before whistled at her again.
Francesca responded with a wink this time around. Excited, the man walked toward her unsteadily.
The bodyguards then stopped the man from getting close to Francesca.
Although they were Eva's bodyguards, they knew not to be complacent because of Francesca's relationship with Danrique.
The drunk man was infuriated, and he scolded in Ustranasion, “Buzz off! Don’t be such busybodies!”
Hearing that, one of the bodyguards landed a punch on the drunk man and sent him crashing to the floor.
When the drunk man's friends saw what the bodyguard did, they all rushed toward the bodyguards and fought with them.
As the situation descended into complete chaos, Francesca quickly made her way out of there through the back entrance. While running, she took off her filthy coat and washed her hands with a bottle of water.
Francesca was over the moon when she finally made her way out of the bar because she didn't expect things to go so smoothly. Anxiously, she hailed herself a taxi.
When a taxi arrived in front of her, she opened the door and was about to hop in.
Right at that moment, a few military jeeps were seen speeding toward the taxi before surrounding it.
Soon after, more than twenty men dressed in black got out of the jeeps and started pointing their guns at the taxi driver.
The taxi driver was scared shitless. He raised his hands into the air in fear and uttered in Erihalean, “I-I haven't done anything wrong...”
“What the fuck?” Francesca frowned. I knew it wasn't going to be that easy!
Indeed, Danrique had already gotten people to follow them earlier on.
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