Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1867 Late Rendezvous

Although Francesca was shocked to hear that, she remained calm and collected. “I’ve heard of that person before. She’s quite something, right?”

“Yes. She’s also a young girl.” Sean chuckled and added, “In fact, she looks like you.”

“So?” Francesca raised her brows.

“Huh?” Sean hesitated for a moment and continued, “I didn’t mean anything by that. I was just—”

“Okay. I’ll go over in a while.” Francesca headed into her room. It seems like I have to be more careful not to expose myself before departing. If Danrique finds out I’m Francesco, he’s going to know I’ve been stringing him along. By then, it’ll be even harder for me to escape once he starts to get wary of me.

“Have you been drinking, Ms. Cece? Are you all right? Did you get bullied?” Norah was sizing Francesca up worriedly.

“I’m fine.” Francesca could feel that Norah’s concerns toward her were sincere. This is rather heart-warming.

“Mdm. Norah, the bath is ready,” a maid said while standing at the entrance to the bathroom.

I need to see if you were hurt.” Norah was looking after Francesca like she was

fine, really.” Francesca smiled. “I can bathe myself. In the meantime, you guys

the door behind her. After that, she hid her backpack inside a partition in the

her backpack before because

he searches my backpack and investigates my real identity? After that, he’s going to keep all my travel documents. When

was scrolling through her phone while

two text messages which read: Call back when you

her phone might be tapped, they’d agreed to contact each other through that method to avoid important

received a few missed calls and a few text messages from

switch off your phone, Francesca? Did something happen to

happened? I’m worried about you. Please call me back when you see

Where are you, Francesca?

messages didn’t reveal anything important, Danrique would still find out about

thought, she decided to

called, Francesca! I was worried

be able to contact you for a while. Stop sending me text messages, and I’ll call you again

“Where are you?”

“I—”