Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 2030 Who Is It

By then, the assassin had lost all patience. She sneered and said, “Fine, I’ll settle it now.” With that, she pulled Monica over and pressed a gun against her body.

Surprisingly, Monica seemed fearless. As a matter of fact, she even screeched, “What is this? Is that a gun? Help! Help me! Someone’s trying to kill me!” Everyone around them was astounded.

Enraged, the assassin cocked her gun to kill Monica, but Monica counterattacked with a high kick. The assassin stumbled back from the kick, and she gasped. “You’re in this line of work too!”

“You’re smart!” Monica cried out as she swung a fist at her. Simultaneously, she said to Francesca, “Leave now!” “Thank you!” Francesca uttered before wheeling Lacy toward the elevator.

“Stop right there!”

The assassin tried to shoot Francesca, but Monica forced the assassin to confront her instead.

However, as Francesca had injured the assassin’s hand with the scalpel earlier, and Monica had kicked her as well, her hand was too weak to fire an accurate shot.

In the meantime, Francesca tried to push Lacy into the elevator, but the people from the earlier crowd were running everywhere like headless chickens. They had filled up the elevator, and Francesca could not enter with the bed at all.

All she could do was anxiously try to get to the other elevators.

she seemed like a skilled combatant, the assassin had a

“Monica!”

to run over to help Monica, but she could not

the assassin shot Monica and forced her to move back,

she pulled the

the bullet was slicing through the air toward Francesca, someone lunged over to

Anthony’s cry

her senses and yelled,

of events, Monica pounced toward

jumped into action. One went to help Anthony, another to guard Francesca, and the remaining

that moment, police sirens sounded outside. The police

three people, and she could not lay a finger on Francesca at all. Thus, she had no choice but to flee through

Anthony anxiously. It was then she realized he was only hurt in his arm—it was

getting shot. His face was pale, and he

to a doctor while she escorted

Layla arrived with her men. When she found out that Francesca and Layla were fine—that

of four nurses and police intervention. The hospital