Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Without another word, Francesca limped over and examined Danrique’s wound. “You’ve been poisoned,” she said without a hint of doubt.

“Duh,” George scoffed. “That’s what I said.”

Francesca’s slender hand brushed against Danrique’s back before landing on his waist injury. Upon taking a closer look, she then came to a conclusion.

“Your wound’s already inflamed, but I can still see that it was caused by a snake bite. It’s not just any ordinary snake either; it’s one that’s been biochemically refined by having its venom merged with other microbes, which makes its venom different from usual.”

Sean’s expression turned grave. “How can you tell?”

Danrique’s eyes narrowed. No one except for Sean and a few other confidants was supposed to know this.

“Can you tell, Dr. Henderson?”

Instead of answering Sean, Francesca turned to George with a raised brow.

“I…” There was evidently a look of panic in George’s eyes.

“In modern medicine, attempting to treat this will cause just as much damage to the body. You’ll have to rely on traditional medicine instead,” Francesca deduced. “Whether you believe me or not, that’s up to you.”

that, she started

but quickly followed closely behind

obviously bluffing! Don’t believe what she says, Mr. Lindberg,” George remarked in exasperation. “I’ve never heard of traditional medicine being able to treat

doctors for the past few days, I came to learn about a Chanaean doctor specializing in treating venoms. I even heard that he was the

but the old man is so mysterious that no one ever really knows where he is or

arrived at the door, rolled her eyes as

that modern medicine does require

Suddenly, Danrique spoke. “You.”

out the door stopped

confident are you?” Danrique asked,

firmly. “But I’ll require

will

issues. If you want to keep that

“Uhh…”

part of one’s body was required for treatment.

nurse broke out

object. “This is pure nonsense,