Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1767 Snowy

Upon closer inspection, Francesca realized that the bird was an adult female bald eagle.

Right underneath it was a clutch of eggs.

The bird was protecting its children with its life.

Seeing that, Francesca immediately moved the bald eagle and its eggs to a safe place before searching the forest for herbs. After smashing up the ingredients, she then applied them to the bird’s wounds.

To prevent other animals from attacking the mother and its children, Francesca decided to stay in the forest to watch over them and head down the mountain only after the eagle had recovered.

Three days flew by just like that.

Francesca spent all her time with the eagle—sleeping on top of trees, eating wild fruits, and drinking dewdrops from plants.

Her white robe had since turned black from all the dirt, making her resemble a beggar.

The eagle was now feeling much better. While its wings still hadn’t healed completely, it could now protect its children.

“I have to go after this,” said Francesca as she tore a piece of her robe to wrap the eagle’s injury with. “You look so majestic, and you have such beautiful feathers. Could you actually be a queen bird?”

As though it could understand her, the eagle nodded and let out a cry.

Wait. I suppose you don’t have

head, she made up her mind. “You

the eggs. “I’ll name your children when they hatch too. I hope we’ll meet

head against her face as a

hurry up and take the

a hug

she spotted a silver Maybach

would probably only arrive at the bottom of the mountain by midnight. Wild animals weren’t a concern to her; the dark,

her way

asking to use a different

of a curious

waist. The Pagani is too low to

recognized Sean’s

doesn’t do something about the poison, it won’t

gets for being such a know-it-all and choosing not to believe me. He even threw

“I see.”

so Mr. Lindberg’s planning to meet him at the hotel. Anyway, just

“Yes, sir.”

“Be careful, Mr. Lindberg.”

It seemed

car began