Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

q“Mr. Lindberg will keep her safe. Erihal is his territory, and those around him are highly-trained elites. No one will be able to cause Ms. Felch any harm. Your Highness, I suggest we just attend their wedding and avoid getting ourselves involved any further,” Robin replied.

William fell silent for a while before saying in a deep voice, “I won't interfere as long as Francesca is all right. If anything happens to her, I will take her away.”

Robin let out a deep sigh and didn't dare say anything further.

There's no changing Prince William's mind once he decides on something... I just hope that Mr. Lindberg and Ms. Felch's wedding will go smoothly. If it doesn't, I hope she'll at least be able to leave on her own. Prince William really can't be getting involved in this any further...

Francesca's head started hurting really badly all of a sudden while she was in the car.

It felt like someone was hammering on her skull in an attempt to crack it wide open.

She held her head with one hand and closed her eyes as she endured the pain.

Being a doctor, she knew that her condition was getting worse with each passing day. The metal fragments were pressing against the nerve endings of her brain, so she needed to have them removed surgically as soon as possible.

“What's wrong, Ms. Cece? Are you feeling unwell?” Sloan asked from the passenger seat when he saw her in pain.

continued holding her head with one hand

“Ms. Cece?”

with another question, but paused when he noticed how familiar she looked. If I recall, Dr. Felch used to do that too whenever she had a

it?” Mylo

Stop the car by the side of the road

roadside as he continued, “Watch after

waited till Mylo had disappeared from sight before turning toward Francesca. “A-Are you Dr. Felch?”

froze and looked up at him

his question. “So, you really are Dr. Felch! I had a feeling you two looked similar! You may be dressed differently, but your voice and the way you speak are the same! Oh, and you have the

tell anyone,” Francesca

won't. Dr. Felch, have you not recovered from your brain injury? Does Mr. Lindberg know about this? How about we get you to a hospital?” Sloan

that. Just act like

going

say something further when Mylo returned with the hot coffee. “Here you go, Ms. Cece. Have a hot

took the coffee over and leaned