Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“I don’t exactly know what condition you have; I only know you have one. Anyhow, you should get it treated before it gets worse,” advised Zachary.

“It’s already been taken care of,” blurted Francesca.

With both her eyebrows raised, Charlotte was surprised to hear that. “Really? That was fast.”

“It’s not that big of a deal, really,” replied Francesca as she looked somewhat embarrassingly at her husband.

“Then you guys should have no problem figuring out the next step. And you don’t have to worry about me. Danrique was right; I’m fine. I’ll go get treated in Erihal as soon as I’m done dealing with the matters on hand.”

“But… But I don’t want to go back to Erihal,” objected Francesca anxiously.

“I’m going to leave that discussion to you and your husband because I want no part of it. Just let me know where you’ll be, and I’ll go find you.” Zachary wanted to stay out of trouble.

With that, Zachary was ready to leave the couple alone, so Charlotte helped push his wheelchair.

over to stop the man. “Have you forgotten what you promised me? You said

immediately shifted their attention to Zachary when they

forgot about that,” responded Zachary, slapping

“You j*rk!” cursed Francesca.

his wheelchair around to face Danrique. “You know,

do whatever I want,” interrupted Danrique, refusing to hear

to his wife for help. “Wifey, do you think you

that

Wifey!” agreed Zachary while nodding

saw the man’s reaction.

if it were up to me. But as you can see, that’s not the case.

so upset

It’s time to go home.” Danrique

were to drag me back there, I’ll just find some way

both your legs! Let’s see how

I’d still have my arms. I’ll poison you while you’re asleep so

eyes at her husband, Francesca tried to look as fierce as possible to show that she