Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

q“Abandoned wife?”

Francesca couldn't help but chuckle when she heard the unfamiliar phrase.

“In this world, all kinds of relationships are based on equal exchange, including love. Now, you used your young and charming appearance in exchange for Danrique's love for you, but all this will expire one day. Once you begin to decline, everything will change, and there's no way you'd still get to enjoy his love. If I were you, I could at least get along with him peacefully due to my family background. But as for you, you'd end up getting abandoned since you do not have any backing. Perhaps you'd die, or perhaps you'd be put in jail and live a life worse than death. It's also possible that you'd be given as a gift to some other man...”

“Are you done?” Annoyed, Francesca interrupted her, “I thought you've chosen Mr. Adams as your man. Why do you still concern yourself with our relationship?”

“It's not too late if you choose to back out now. Or else—” Hazel put her wine glass down and closed in on Francesca, attempting to threaten her.

However, before she could finish her sentence, the sound of knocking on the door interrupted her. Then, Gerard's voice came from outside. “Hazel, please come out.”

Hazel shot Francesca a cold glare before getting up to head out.

When Hazel opened the door, Francesca caught a glimpse of Gerard standing outside while wearing a grim expression. Moreover, he was staring at Hazel with a stern look in his eyes.

Francesca had a rough understanding of what was going on. Gerard wanted Hazel to marry Frank, but Hazel was still in love with Danrique, which led her to pressure Francesca into giving up.

mind, Gerard came in

sure

reason that Gerard sent someone to kidnap her previously was probably to create an opportunity for his daughter to pursue Danrique. Frank hadn't offered them an olive

on Danrique, thinking that once Francesca was out of the picture, Hazel would

sent someone to knock Francesca and

Danrique know

over her thoughts, there was once again a knock on the door. Someone had brought gowns over for Francesca to choose

chose one and was about to send them away when one of the maids asked her with a strange voice, “Miss, would you

the maid and reacted almost immediately.

“Noted.”

heeded her words and

the door and said to

teasing her, “Ms. Layla, it's amazing that you don't look weird at all

course. I'm