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.

followed thereupon that she quickly held onto her

recalled how she had lost

she had a sudden revelation that she must have lost her memory because

the driver

“The hospital.”

her some effort before she could

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

it was too much of a trouble, she grabbed the knife, gritted her teeth, and slit open her wound to

scared witless by the gruesome sight before

several nurses hurriedly stopped Francesca, snatched the tool from her hand, and got someone to call for the

herself from their grip, grabbed a bag of medical tools, and ran

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

Her instincts told her that she was

had a sense of familiarity and confidence that rose within her when she saw the medical equipment and tools. It almost felt like she was acting on her reflex while believing that she

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

thought she was insane and even called the security guards to chase after

bunch of

out from the back of the hospital, Francesca was ready to jump into a taxi when