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.

widened in disbelief. “Huh? How could you forget

to munch on her apple

fallen for Danrique ever since I set my eyes on him during a

her words, Francesca mocked, “You're undoubtedly mature for your

was rendered speechless at

bring me out?” Francesca cut the crap.

Eva plastered a smile on

sat up on

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

away. After getting changed, she found

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 presumed

items from the bag, she changed into a black dress and put on a pair of Dr. Martens boots

later, she overheard Eva asking Danrique warily, “Dan... Ehm... Mr. Lindberg, Cece requested me to bring her out. Is

Danrique asked quizzically with knitted