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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.”

“He was the one who hit me with his car as I was walking out of the hospital! He bumped me with the car hood, and I fell into his car because I lost my balance.

was beyond stunned at how Francesca

over; we need to have a proper discussion about compensation matters.” Despite

you have any idea who

don’t care who he is.” Francesca was fuming with rage. “No matter who he is,

The nurse

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

apparent by the stark contrast of

man stood at the door, and under the contrasting rays, he resembled an angel from hell—a paradoxical representation of

to look at the man, Francesca was

of familiarity when she first saw him at Casino Inferno, and it was made

him somewhere… But where is

came up her

of yourself, huh?” Danrique stood by the door

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

suppose to show some regret for causing injury to a mere

into his eyes. Yet, that did not last

of him at Casino Inferno? If he does, then not only will he not compensate

grimly at her and turned to