Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1800 Francesca

“Already on it,” Robin remarked with a smile as he passed her a check with both his hands. “Your voice, tone, and manner of speaking – they all resemble the miracle doctor so much.”

Francesca couldn’t help but grin as she saw the check.

Then, she folded it and kept it away gently, not forgetting to give her pocket a little pat as though worried she would lose the slip of paper.

“It’s Francesco from Zarain,” Robin answered while gazing deeply into her eyes.

The woman was visibly surprised to hear that. “But isn’t Francesco an old dude?”

“Uhh…”

Robin was too stunned to speak for a moment.

“How do I resemble him at all?” asked Francesca as she continued to eat.

“In any case, could you please come and have a look at His Highness when you’ve finished your dinner?”

Refusing to give up, Robin walked over in an attempt to glance at her face.

“Of course. I’ve accepted your payment, after all.” The woman put her mask back on immediately. “Give me a moment. I’ll head out after getting dressed.”

“Certainly. I’ll be waiting for you outside.” Robin bowed.

any assistance getting dressed, Dr. Felch?” the two maids

need for that. I’ll do it myself. I might take half an hour, though. I need to dry

a problem. Please take

their

rather odd. Why are they so courteous with me? Aren’t

the butler kept trying to

speaking, I’m just a regular doctor, and Robin looks like he’s on a completely different level of

opposite of

the prince is so ill that they desperately need my

much else, Francesca ate a little more and began to blow

pain in the back of her head returned, and it felt as though

woman hurriedly ate a painkiller, changed into her

“This way, Dr. Felch.”

gestured at Francesca as soon as he

about her temporary absence. “Could you let

“Sure.”

reported to Sean right

understand. You

had said, although there was now a

to obtain information on Francesco from Robin, but the latter would constantly evade the subject and

This is strange.

if he doesn’t want to talk about other things, but aren’t Mr. Lindberg and William close pals who’ve worked together for many years? Why is Robin being so secretive about a mere