Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Francesca pulled her cap lower and calmly walked past the bodyguards, who did not spare her a glance as they had all their attention on the beautiful women in the crowd.

As soon as she waltzed out of the mall, she saw a silver Pagani right in front.

Inside the car was none other than the man in white whom she had threatened earlier.

With the windows wound halfway down, all that was within her vision was the man’s darkened yet charming gaze and a bone-chilling glint in his amber pupils.

In that instance, it felt like every molecule in the air had frozen on the spot.

Francesca pursed her lips, and as she walked off, the corners lifted into a scornful smirk.

I bet that guy must be so mad!

Inside the car, Danrique was fiddling with the crescent-shaped dagger between his fingers as he narrowed his eyes while carefully recounting the face he had seen earlier.

Have I seen her somewhere before? But where exactly? Why can’t I seem to recall anything?

Successfully avoiding being tracked down, Francesca hopped into a taxi and was about to leave when she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head.

thereupon that she quickly held onto her

flashed across her mind once again. She vividly recalled how she had lost her

she must have lost her memory because of the

are you heading?” the

“The hospital.”

her some effort before

and the doctor told her to go for an X-ray before they proceed

gritted her teeth, and slit open her

people present were scared witless

the tool from her hand, and got someone to

grabbed a bag of medical tools,

look for a quiet spot to stitch up her wound, but because the hospital’s guard had followed behind her at full speed, she had no choice

mind. Her instincts told her

of familiarity and confidence that rose within her when she saw the medical equipment and tools.

grab a scalpel to cut open the wound on the back of her head and use forceps to remove the metal

and even called the security guards to

bunch of

ready to jump into a taxi