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After finishing her bath and treating her wounds, Francesca followed the nurse to the study room.

As she pushed open the door, glistening rays of sunlight showered in.

Enclosing the room was a glass partition in place of a brick wall, showcasing the bamboo forest facing it. The lush green bamboo leaves swayed harmoniously as the cool breeze swept past them. The picturesque scenery rendered the study room fresh and elegant.

Sunlight beamed through the bamboo forest and soaked through the glass wall.

The warmth that seeped in with the rays made the atmosphere tranquil and soothing.

Sitting on a wooden chair against the glass wall, Danrique was engrossed in vetting the documents on the tablet. The magnolias beside him were in their bloom season, and a fresh floral scent permeated the entire room.

The man's cold yet handsome face was made more prominent under the natural lighting. Lying on his high nose bridge was a pair of silver-rimmed glasses. His quiet and meek appearance was so mesmerizing yet suffocating.

Attracted to the breathtaking sight before her, Francesca paused in her pace and stared at the man, unable to reel in from the shock for a long time.

“Come on in,” Sean uttered.

With the nurse's help, Francesca limped in.

The nurse steadied her to the sofa that Sean had directed them to before quietly retreating to one side.

Danrique's instructions, Sean said to Francesca, “We've asked you over to share the subsequent course of actions with you. For starters, now that your condition has stabilized, from tomorrow onward, I'll arrange for your admission into the best hospital in Summerbank

on,” Francesca interrupted Sean abruptly. “That sum

Francesca interrupted Sean abruptly. “That sum isn't

is ten million. And you're telling me that's still not

thought I merely sustained physical injuries and that sum was, for the most part, more than enough. But now that I found out I'm disfigured, and might even become a dimwit, ten million obviously isn't sufficient.” Francesca sounded

her. “We're paying for your medical

a hospital. I'm more than capable of treating myself.” Francesca had contempt written all over her face. “Transfer me the medical fees.

an insolent brat!” A booming

saw a foreign doctor standing at the door,

Henderson, this way please,”

walked in, he shot

paying attention to him, she had her eyes fixed on the four other medical staff carrying medical bags

gaze back

at him, I can see that although he's standing up straight and moves agilely, his complexion seems a little

Lindberg, we have everything prepared,”

sneaked a cold glance at Francesca before turning to Sean and

can negotiate any terms

hearing that, the nurse rushed forward to