Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qAs the thought of a potential opportunity to escape crossed her mind, Francesca replied to Norah, “Anything's fine with me. You can pick any gown or jewelry.”

“That's great. I'll arrange for a stylist right away.” With that, Norah scurried off to get in touch with other household staff.

Francesca gobbled up the delicious lunch before preparing to take a nap. She mumbled, “I want to sleep for a bit. Wake me up a little later.”

“Sure. I'll wake you up at three. You still need to shower and do makeup and get dressed for the banquet.”

“Hmm.”

Francesca flipped over and hugged a pillow, falling asleep quickly.

Norah shook her head and smiled to herself. She reminded the maids to move around quietly so they would not disturb Francesca.

A short while later, Francesca's phone began vibrating under her pillow. She fumbled for it annoyedly and saw that it was a call from Anthony. She answered it, and he asked, “Where are you, Francesca?”

“What's up?” Francesca growled softly.

“I'm worried about those metal pieces in your brain, so I'm calling to remind you to go for surgery soon. You're a doctor, and you know better than anyone else how serious the situation is. You can't delay it any further.”

Francesca replied flatly, “I know.”

woke up fully after Anthony's call. Francesca hardly considered the metal pieces a complex issue, and

not have eyes on the back of her head. Attempting to operate on

in pain over the past

of her patients, yet she always put her own well-being

not for Anthony's timely reminder, she might have

good long while, prompting Anthony to

reality and said, “I know it's urgent. I'll try to get it done

he demanded, “Did he lock you up or something? I'll try my

“What plan can you think

“But—”

enough. Let's drop the

on him and rubbed her temples, which throbbed in

are always tightly guarded. I should drop the idea instead of banking on false hope. Still, I could get to know new people at these banquets. Maybe someone like Eva could bring me away from the castle. Then, I'll have a better shot at escaping. That has got to be better than sitting around idly! This castle is practically impenetrable; no one can make it out of

room door as Francesca mulled over her escape plan. “Are you

am. You may come

and crawled

a few maids and stylists, ready to

a headache. She declared,

“But-”