Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1804 Stupid Man

“It’s more complicated than I thought.” Noticing how pale Danrique looked, a crease appeared between Francesca’s brows. “I’ve underestimated the poison. It keeps mutating in the body.”

“What? How did that happen?” Sean was shocked to hear that, and the color drained from his face. “What should we do then?”

“We have to go back as soon as possible,” Francesca replied decisively. “Do you still have the snake that bit him?”

“Yup.” Sean nodded and continued, “We’ve locked it up in the lab.”

“Lab?” Francesca’s expression changed drastically when she heard that. “Are you experimenting on animals?”

“Regarding this matter, it’s difficult for me to explain it to you right now,” Sean replied vaguely, clearly trying to avoid answering. “Besides, I can’t let you in on the details, so please don’t ask any further.”

“Fine. I don’t wish to waste time talking as well,” Francesca replied coldly. “Anyway, we should go back as soon as possible. Otherwise, his condition would continue to worsen. By then, not even the gods would be able to save him, not to mention me.”

didn’t you mention this earlier?” Sean was starting to panic. “If we had known it

Francesca replied, feeling a flicker of irritation. “I’m a doctor, not God. I can’t predict everything. Even though I know that the poison is from a biochemically refined animal. I wouldn’t know that it

was nothing she could have done as well. However, he was currently in a difficult position. “There’s a very important function tomorrow evening where Mr. Lindberg and His Highness are supposed to attend together. As

his life more important or is attending that f*cking function more important?” Francesca was so furious that she started cursing. “We have to go back now! Immediately! Prepare the car right away and go back to the

“But…”

in a fluster and did not

back tomorrow

a weak

quickly rushed over when he realized that it was Danrique who was

everything?” Francesca looked at the man and asked, frowning,

day wouldn’t make too much of a difference. I’m not

“You…”

to me, it would be your fault for not performing your duty as a doctor well,” Danrique added

anger, Francesca hurled the towel which she was holding at Danrique and scolded, “You *sshole! Don’t blame me if

landed on Danrique’s face, everyone in the room was shocked. With their eyes widened in disbelief, all of them fixed their gazes on

woman not only dared to talk back at Mr. Lindberg,

“Mr. Lindberg…”

in horror before he quickly rushed up to the man and removed the towel on his