Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 2210 Reconcile

Francesca fell into deep thought after listening to Monica. She’s right. Despite all the shortcomings he may have, Danrique has one good quality. He’s uninterested in playing tricks and doesn’t bother himself with covering up his actions. If he’s really interested in Hazel, he could’ve been frank with me and gotten together with her. There isn’t a need for him to go through these troubles.

“There’s one other thing I wish to know.” Monica glanced outside before asking in an undertone, “Who told you Mr. Lindberg went to M Nation with Hazel?”

Momentarily dazed, Francesca replied, “Kevin’s wife mentioned this in a casual conversation.”

“You’ve never been someone who enjoys socializing with others, so how did you meet with Mrs. Yarrow?” Monica was baffled. “I think I saw a car stopped by here last night. Who came looking for you?”

“It was the first lady. She invited me to an art exhibition, then…” Francesca recounted the trip to the art gallery earlier in the day to Monica.

Monica’s expression turned solemn. “I’m not sure why, but I cannot shake off the feeling that something isn’t right…”

“What’s wrong?” Francesca asked.

“I don’t really know how to describe this feeling.” Monica could not connect the dots in her mind at that instant. “Let me consult His Highness when I get back later.”

need to bother him with this girly stuff.” Francesca did not overthink the situation. “But I think what you’ve just said makes a lot of sense. Perhaps I’m being too paranoid. I should

in one another. Don’t nitpick on the

was stunned upon hearing that. “Do you mean Kevin’s wife deliberately disclosed

fishy going on. You’re too innocent and kind, so

“I understand. Thank you.”

as if her mind was finally working properly

now. Rest early.” Monica got up to

escorted Monica to the door.

“Okay.”

a little disappointed as Danrique did not contact her. However, at the thought of Monica’s advice, Francesca decided

then, Danrique called. She hastily picked up

you feeling better

sorrow filled Francesca’s chest when she heard his question, causing her to sound gentler as she spoke.

“Hmm?”

pretended to be furious.