Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qWhen Francesca woke up, she realized she was in a white room.

All the decorations in the room were mainly white with a touch of other plain colors. It looked refreshing and romantic.

Just as she was still observing the room with a blank mind, a few maids suddenly entered the room and greeted her politely. “You're awake, Ms. Cece.”

Francesca was dumbfounded. Ms. Cece?

“Greetings. My name is Norah, the stewardess of this castle. Mr. Lindberg had asked us to take good care of you. How are you feeling right now? Does your wound still hurt? I've already asked someone to call the doctor.” A foreign middle-aged woman with a warm smile approached the bed Francesca was lying on.

While she was a foreigner, she could speak pretty fluent Chanaean.

“Where am I?” Francesca tried to sit up forcefully.

Two maids swiftly rushed toward her to help her up.

“This is the Lindberg residence in Xendale, Erihal,” Norah explained with a smile. “It's also Mr. Lindberg's home.”

to his home in Erihal? Oh

doctors entered the room. They first bowed at her

them examine her. Have they found out about the injury at the back of my brain? Did Danrique know my true identity? I

did, then they wouldn't be calling me Ms. Cece. Still, I suppose that isn't weird, since they're just normal doctors. They're only concerned about treating the gunshot wound on my back. It's unlikely they'll notice the metal hidden inside my noggin. It's

going to change your bandages now, Ms. Cece. It'll hurt, but it'll be quick. Please bear with us...” The doctor's Chanaean wasn't

and waited for them to treat

doctors were already very gentle with their movements, but when they applied the ointments, it still caused a little bit of pain. When Francesca let out a small groan of pain, a roar was heard from outside of the

“Yes, Mr. Lindberg!”

shaking in their boots and treated the wound even more

at the door, looking at her with furrowed eyebrows. There

is he still on his one-track mind thinking that I'm his first

and the bandages

covered Francesca with a blanket and

Danrique walk in. He asked softly,