Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1879 Dressing Up

As the thought of a potential opportunity to escape crossed her mind, Francesca replied to Norah, “Anything’s fine with me. You can pick any gown or jewelry.”

“That’s great. I’ll arrange for a stylist right away.” With that, Norah scurried off to get in touch with other household staff.

Francesca gobbled up the delicious lunch before preparing to take a nap. She mumbled, “I want to sleep for a bit. Wake me up a little later.”

“Sure. I’ll wake you up at three. You still need to shower and do makeup and get dressed for the banquet.”

“Hmm.”

Francesca flipped over and hugged a pillow, falling asleep quickly.

Norah shook her head and smiled to herself. She reminded the maids to move around quietly so they would not disturb Francesca.

A short while later, Francesca’s phone began vibrating under her pillow. She fumbled for it annoyedly and saw that it was a call from Anthony. She answered it, and he asked, “Where are you, Francesca?”

“What’s up?” Francesca growled softly.

“I’m worried about those metal pieces in your brain, so I’m calling to remind you to go for surgery soon. You’re a doctor, and you know better than anyone else how serious the situation is. You can’t delay it any further.”

flatly,

call. Francesca hardly considered the metal pieces a complex issue, and she

head. Attempting to

throbbed in pain over the past two days, though it was more an indication of problems instead

she always prioritized the health of her patients, yet

reminder, she might have forgotten all about the metal pieces in

in her thoughts, she remained silent for a good long while, prompting

said, “I know it’s urgent. I’ll try to

Danrique bring you to Erihal?” Anthony suddenly sounded anxious as he demanded, “Did he lock you

and said, “What plan can you

“But—”

enough. Let’s drop

hung up on him and rubbed her temples, which throbbed in

guarded. I should drop the idea instead of banking on false hope. Still, I could get to know new people at these banquets. Maybe someone like Eva could

knocked on her room door as Francesca mulled over her escape plan. “Are you

am. You

crawled out of

few maids and stylists,

headache. She declared, “Don’t trouble yourselves.