Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Wait. Francesca can’t be trying to pull something, can she? She slipped into my car’s trunk last night when nobody was watching and infiltrated Danrique’s place.

All she had was her backpack. Nothing else. In other words, her money is still at Southridge. She loves money more than her life. She would never give that kind of wealth up.

She can’t be using my treatment as a pretext so she can come to Southridge and run with her money, right? Wait, she can actually do that. She must be trying to pull that off. And she actually made that call right in front of Danrique to mask her motive?

Zachary was both amused and annoyed at the same time. Man, Francesca’s going to drag me into a deeper hole at this rate. If she manages to escape tonight, Danrique’s going to kill me.

Zachary told Bruce, “Take your men to Southridge and surround the place. Do not let Francesca escape.”

paused for a moment,

not alert her. If she tries

and took his men up Southridge. He even called for some reinforcements in case he didn’t have

to keep up with him, but Zachary said, “Drive

Marino didn’t understand why Zachary

her on our way, we’d be in a dilemma. I can’t catch her nor

afford to cross either Mr. Lindberg or Dr. Felch.” Marino realized what Zachary was getting at. “If we bump into her,

got it.” Zachary

lot of beasts. Dr. Felch can escape easily if she wants to.” Marino was still worried. “Should we get Ms. Lindberg to

we don’t have to worry about it. All we have

you weren’t actually sending Bruce

just twenty men or so? Gordon, Nancy, Charlotte, and their men didn’t manage to capture her then. They sent

sir.” Marino nodded. “So you’re saying that Mr. Lindberg is all prepared, so Dr. Felch can’t escape. You sent Bruce