Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Francesca pulled her cap lower and calmly walked past the bodyguards, who did not spare her a glance as they had all their attention on the beautiful women in the crowd.

As soon as she waltzed out of the mall, she saw a silver Pagani right in front.

Inside the car was none other than the man in white whom she had threatened earlier.

With the windows wound halfway down, all that was within her vision was the man’s darkened yet charming gaze and a bone-chilling glint in his amber pupils.

In that instance, it felt like every molecule in the air had frozen on the spot.

Francesca pursed her lips, and as she walked off, the corners lifted into a scornful smirk.

I bet that guy must be so mad!

Inside the car, Danrique was fiddling with the crescent-shaped dagger between his fingers as he narrowed his eyes while carefully recounting the face he had seen earlier.

Have I seen her somewhere before? But where exactly? Why can’t I seem to recall anything?

Successfully avoiding being tracked down, Francesca hopped into a taxi and was about to leave when she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head.

followed thereupon that she quickly held

once again. She vividly recalled how she had lost her

instance, she had a sudden revelation that she must have lost her memory

you heading?” the driver asked

“The hospital.”

at the hospital, it took her some effort before she

and the doctor told her to

the knife, gritted her teeth, and slit open her wound to retrieve

were scared witless by the

snatched the tool from her hand, and got someone to

from their grip, grabbed a

spot to stitch up her wound, but because the hospital’s guard had followed behind her at full speed, she had no choice but to

through her mind. Her instincts told her that she was

the medical equipment and tools. It almost

back of

was insane and even called the

bunch of

of the hospital, Francesca was ready to jump into a taxi when