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.

then took a break to catch her breath before putting the sacks beside her bed. Subsequently, she let herself drop onto the bed

she felt gushed into her head. She seethed, “Danrique, you assh*le. For looking down on me, I’m going to use all this

a few times inside the car, he furrowed his brows. “That d*mn woman must be cursing

probed. “Now that

crafty woman still.” Danrique gritted his teeth the moment he thought of her. “After setting me up to

Sean lowered his head and

to force him into fighting me for the children.” Danrique sneered with his brows raised,

your brother-in-law. I think

Danrique shot him a glare

time their car arrived at the

heard the children’s

want Aunt Charlotte, I want

Morgan,

did their mommy send them here to torment me? I’m surprised they

stop crying. Your daddy is about