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Chapter 1611

Chapter 1611 Survival Instincts

“Are you saying that I am talking sh*t?”

This time, Francesca reacted very quickly as she stared at him fiercely.

“Of course not. Every single word you said is of utmost importance.”

Zachary’s survival instincts were very strong. He was only able to move his head right now, so his very survival was dependent on Francesca’s mood.

I won’t dare to offend her.

“Hmph! You are not that stupid after all!”

Francesca rolled her eyes at him and scooped the food out of the pot.

She had prepared another dish for herself as well.

“I thought we are discussing about curing my illness. Why are you eating?”

frowned. The mood of this woman shifts so fast. One minute she is immersed in sorrow, and the very next

to treat you once I am

her hand and squeezed the juice into a glass. Once the glass was full, she sipped the juice and enjoyed her meat at the same

of meat and bones for the limping aged wolf next to

relish that he started to feel

still can’t move right now, so you can only consume a liquid

pushed the glass of juice to

could not help but frown. “I feel that I’m down to

you will poop. Who is going to clean up for you?” snapped Francesca. “Before you can take

taken aback. “I will get

starve to death.” Francesca continued

have to scale back on your treatment fee,” said

“Scale back?”

out for the cleaver next to her and threw it. The large knife stabbed into a wooden board beside Zachary’s neck, the tip of the knife only a millimeter away from

widened in shock. He did not even dare

a notebook from her pocket and walked up to him. She opened the book up and placed it in front of his eyes with her finger pointing at the

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