Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1867 Late Rendezvous

Although Francesca was shocked to hear that, she remained calm and collected. “I’ve heard of that person before. She’s quite something, right?”

“Yes. She’s also a young girl.” Sean chuckled and added, “In fact, she looks like you.”

“So?” Francesca raised her brows.

“Huh?” Sean hesitated for a moment and continued, “I didn’t mean anything by that. I was just—”

“Okay. I’ll go over in a while.” Francesca headed into her room. It seems like I have to be more careful not to expose myself before departing. If Danrique finds out I’m Francesco, he’s going to know I’ve been stringing him along. By then, it’ll be even harder for me to escape once he starts to get wary of me.

“Have you been drinking, Ms. Cece? Are you all right? Did you get bullied?” Norah was sizing Francesca up worriedly.

“I’m fine.” Francesca could feel that Norah’s concerns toward her were sincere. This is rather heart-warming.

“Mdm. Norah, the bath is ready,” a maid said while standing at the entrance to the bathroom.

“Let me bathe you. I need to see if you were hurt.” Norah was looking after Francesca like she was a child.

“I’m fine, really.” Francesca smiled. “I can bathe myself. In the meantime, you guys can help me prepare my clothes.”

she was saying that, she went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. After that, she hid her backpack inside

had never searched her backpack before

attempt to escape. What if he searches my backpack and investigates my real identity? After that, he’s going to keep

phone

from two missed calls from Anthony, she’d also received two text messages which read:

phone might be tapped, they’d agreed to contact each other through that method to

missed calls

switch off your phone,

about you. Please call me

Where are you, Francesca?

messages didn’t reveal anything important, Danrique would still find out about her identity if he were to see

giving it some thought, she decided

called, Francesca! I was worried

Stop sending me text messages, and I’ll call you again in due time,

“Where are you?”

“I—”

Ms. Cece?” Norah suddenly asked from outside

Remember not to text me,” Francesca quickly answered on the