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.

getting dressed,

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

problem. Please

their heads

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

it seemed like the butler kept

regular doctor, and Robin looks like he’s on a completely different level of authority. Even Sean talks to him politely. Why is he being so

the complete opposite of

so ill that

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

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

hurriedly ate a painkiller, changed into her clothes, and exited her room

“This way, Dr. Felch.”

gestured at Francesca as soon as he

Francesca spoke to Kerrie about her temporary absence.

“Sure.”

reported to Sean right

You may

Sean had said, although there was now a strange look

to obtain information on Francesco from Robin, but the latter would constantly evade the subject and provide little to no indicators. Instead, he wouldn’t stop asking about

This is strange.

things, but aren’t Mr. Lindberg and William close pals who’ve