Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

The group of snakes raised their heads and nodded at her. After that, they surrounded the money and stood guard by it.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Francesca swiftly slipped out of the window.

Meanwhile, Bruce was hiding in a tree nearby, watching her with his binoculars. “Why doesn’t she use the stairs?”

When he noticed a cold stare coming in his direction, he lowered his binoculars and quickly left.

Instead of driving out, Francesca walked into the nearby forest to look for her dilapidated old van. When she found it, she drove it back into Southridge’s compound.

Subsequently, she brought out a lot of strange items from the van and stuffed them into a backpack. After that, she carried the backpack and brought a large gunny sack back into the villa.

“Hehe, with this backpack, I’m no longer afraid of anything.”

After placing the backpack down beside her, Francesca opened the gunny sack and filled it with the money she had.

Having exerted a lot of effort, she was finally done. She had filled two gunny sacks that weighed a hundred pounds in total.

catch her breath before putting the sacks beside her bed. Subsequently, she let herself drop onto the bed

further recalled how he had treated her, the rage she felt gushed into

his brows.

in touch soon?” Sean probed. “Now

gritted his teeth the moment he thought of her. “After setting me up to that extent, is there anything she

lowered his head and didn’t dare say a

with his brows raised,

brother-in-law. I think

shot him a glare to shut

the time their car arrived at the beachfront villa, it was already getting

Danrique got out of the car, he heard the children’s cries.

Aunt Charlotte, I want

Ms. Morgan, I want Ms.

here to torment me? I’m surprised they are clamoring for their

please stop crying. Your daddy is