Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 2027 Follow Me

“I’m sorry. I’ll take the call in the stairwell.” Seeing that the call was from Lincoln, Anthony could not let it go unanswered. Fortunately, the stairwell was nearby, only several meters away.

He stood in the stairwell, leaving the door ajar so he could still see the entrance to the operating theater. Using his foot to prop the door open, he answered the call using his Bluetooth earpiece. “Hello?”

“Anthony, do you keep a copy of the foundation’s accounts from all these years? Send me an electronic copy at once,” Lincoln said, his tone urgent. “I do. I’ll send it to you right away.”

Anthony lowered his head to search for the document on his phone, failing to notice that a figure in white had seized the chance to slip into the operating theater while he was distracted.

“Ms. Felch, are you saying that Lacy was poisoned?” Inside the operating theater, Matthias was staring at Francesca in shock.

That was what Francesca concluded after conducting a series of examinations and injury analyses. “Yes. Lacy’s condition had already stabilized, but someone poisoned her wound, causing this sudden illness.”

“That can’t be! Lacy has been at our hospital all this time. There are nurses watching over her every day, so how could she get poisoned? Who would do that to a child?” Matthias exclaimed in utter disbelief.

He had no idea that Francesca was the legendary Francesco. Anthony had only told the hospital she was a professional surgeon and presented various certificates.

one of the children at the orphanage. That was why

to those questions. We can only let the police investigate. I’m going to treat Lacy now. Could you please ask Anthony to

“Okay.”

and look for Anthony, she suddenly noticed a figure wearing a white coat, mask, and

was no nametag on the person’s chest, and the nurse had no idea when the

May I know who you are?” the nurse

moment, that doctor suddenly whipped out a gun with a silencer and fired once directly at

to the

“Ahh—”

consecutive shots at them, each

eyes widened in fear as he stood

about to shoot Matthias when Francesca suddenly grabbed a scalpel and flung

hand, and the person’s arm lowered. However, the gun

up a pair of scissors at once

and trained it on Francesca’s head. “I’d like to see whether your scissors

a woman’s