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.

of dizziness followed thereupon that she quickly

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

revelation that she must have lost her memory because of

are you heading?” the

“The hospital.”

took her some effort before she could find a

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

trouble, she grabbed the knife, gritted

The people present were scared witless by the gruesome sight

stopped Francesca, snatched the tool from

Francesca freed herself from their grip, grabbed a bag

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

Her instincts told her

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

back of her head and use forceps to remove the metal piece stuck

thought she was insane and

bunch

Francesca was ready to jump into a taxi when