Chapter 1966 Poor Anthony
- Nobody else dared to make a move. The subordinates turned their attention to Danrique.
- Danrique's brows were locked in a tight frown. He was about to speak when Francesca glared at him furiously. “What? My words don't count, do they?”
- Danrique was fuming with rage, but he clenched his teeth and nodded. “They do!”