Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Ouch… It hurts… It hurts so much…

Francesca felt her head throbbing in pain and her body so sore as if it would crumble at the slightest bit.

A conversation in hushed voices rang in her ears.

Even though she could not make out what the voices were talking about, her strong consciousness forced her to stay awake.

Gradually opening her eyes, Francesca realized she was lying in a room painted in a cool color theme. Beside her bed stood a medical staff, who asked in Ustranasion upon seeing her regaining consciousness, “You’re finally awake. How are you feeling?”

“Where am I?” Francesca tried to sit up but found that she barely had any strength to move. She was experiencing a splitting headache and excruciating pain throughout her whole body.

“This is the Lindberg residence,” the nurse answered. “Do you remember what happened?”

Hearing the nurse’s question, Francesca began racking her brain to recall the series of events from earlier.

I escaped from the hospital, ran into a gun battle outside, and a silver Pagani came crashing toward me. I lost my footing and fell straight into the car… The person inside was the man in white…

That was all that she could remember before she had subsequently fallen unconscious.

“You jumped into Mr. Lindberg’s car, so he brought you home.” The nurse played down her explanation. “Dr. Henderson has treated your wound. All you have to do now is to get some rest to recuperate.”

with his car as I was walking out of the hospital! He

The nurse was beyond stunned at

the perpetrator? Ask him over; we need to have a proper discussion about compensation matters.” Despite her weakened state, Francesca

any idea who Mr.

fuming with rage. “No matter who he is, he has to apologize and compensate

The nurse

as he was passing by the room. He stopped in his tracks and strode

was dimly lit and was made apparent by the

he resembled an angel from hell—a paradoxical representation of both

look at the man,

saw him at Casino Inferno, and it

I’ve seen him somewhere… But where is

up

of yourself, huh?” Danrique stood by

looked like a ferocious beast—indifferent and arrogant on the outside, yet carved deep

causing injury to a mere innocent

into his eyes. Yet, that did not last for too

I’m the one who made a fool out of him at Casino Inferno? If he does, then not only will he not compensate and apologize,

turned to leave