Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qNorah assigned the maid to bring a beautiful gown for Eva to get changed. It was initially prepared for Francesca, but surprisingly it fitted Eva perfectly.

Somehow, the long dress transformed into a middle-length one for Eva as she was a lot taller than Francesca. Thus, she looked exceptionally gorgeous with her slender legs revealed.

In the meantime, Francesca was lying idly on the sofa while munching an apple. Gazing at Eva's tall and slender figure, she gasped admiringly, “Ah! That's what an international model should look like! Look at your pair of stunning legs!”

“Haha! You're adorable too,” Eva blurted out before adding sheepishly, “You look pretty too!”

Francesca only flashed her a faint smile without uttering any words. She had been leading a simple life all the while and scarcely spent time on daily grooming.

Nonetheless, she was highly confident in herself. After all, she was well aware that she possessed other capabilities over the others.

Hmph! This Ms. Eva is apparently good at flattering others. I can easily see through her insincere smile and countenance. She's obviously not as innocent as she seems and can never be the type of a sincere friend! Anyway, Francesca did not bother about that as she was not interested in building a friendship with Eva. Her ulterior motive was to leave the place with the latter's help.

“Ms. Cece, how did you get to know Danrique?” Eva questioned. She started addressing Danrique with his name again when he was not around.

“I can't recall it,” Francesca replied placidly, shrugging her shoulders.

How could you forget about such an

continued to munch on her

into the mirror, Eva scrutinized Francesca's reflection discreetly and mumbled wittingly, “I've fallen for Danrique

undoubtedly mature for your age.

Eva was rendered

plan to bring me out?” Francesca cut the crap. That was what she minded most

plastered a smile

now. I'll get changed first.” Francesca sat up on the sofa and tossed

she restrained herself from asking further. “Okay! I'll wait for

away. After getting changed, she found her bag in

the one she was carrying when she was previously shot. She could not resist heaving a sigh of relief after catching sight of her identification card and phone in it. With that, she

into a black dress

stairs later, she overheard Eva asking Danrique warily, “Dan... Ehm... Mr. Lindberg, Cece

Danrique asked