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.”

Francesca hardly considered the metal pieces a complex issue, and she would have easily operated on someone

head. Attempting to operate on the

the past two days, though it was more

a doctor, she always prioritized the health of her patients, yet she always put her

reminder, she might have forgotten all about the metal pieces

a good long while, prompting Anthony

urgent. I'll

sounded anxious as he demanded, “Did he lock you up or something? I'll try

off his line of thought and said, “What plan can you think of? I can settle my

“But—”

enough. Let's

him and rubbed

of here soon. Will I have an opportunity during the banquet later? Wait no, Danrique is escorting me there. Why would he let me escape right under his nose? Plus, these banquets 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

room door as Francesca mulled over

am. You

and crawled out

a few maids and stylists,

of staff gave Francesca a headache. She declared, “Don't trouble yourselves. A simple styling will

“But-”