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.”

beside her, Francesca opened the gunny sack and filled

finally done. She had filled

sacks beside her bed. Subsequently, she let herself drop

her children away reinvigorated her. When she further recalled how he had treated her, the rage she felt gushed

the car, he furrowed his brows. “That

suppose Ms. Felch will be getting in touch soon?” Sean probed. “Now that we have the children,

teeth the moment he thought of her. “After setting me up

his head and didn’t dare say a

for the children.” Danrique sneered with his brows raised,

he’s your brother-in-law. I think it’s better

shot him a glare

the time their car arrived at the

of the car, he heard

Aunt Charlotte, I want Aunt

Morgan, I want Ms.

torment me? I’m surprised they are clamoring for their mommy,