Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

q“I'm sorry. I'll take the call in the stairwell.”

Seeing that the call was from Lincoln, Anthony could not let it go unanswered.

Fortunately, the stairwell was nearby, only several meters away.

He stood in the stairwell, leaving the door ajar so he could still see the entrance to the operating theater.

Using his foot to prop the door open, he answered the call using his Bluetooth earpiece. “Hello?”

“Anthony, do you keep a copy of the foundation's accounts from all these years? Send me an electronic copy at once,” Lincoln said, his tone urgent.

“I do. I'll send it to you right away.”

Anthony lowered his head to search for the document on his phone, failing to notice that a figure in white had seized the chance to slip into the operating theater while he was distracted.

“Ms. Felch, are you saying that Lacy was poisoned?”

Inside the operating theater, Matthias was staring at Francesca in shock.

That was what Francesca concluded after conducting a series of examinations and injury analyses. “Yes. Lacy's condition had already stabilized, but someone poisoned her wound, causing this sudden illness.”

this time. There are nurses watching over her every day, so how could she get poisoned? Who

Anthony had only told the hospital

was one of the children at the orphanage. That was why

Francesca answered, “I don't have the answer to those questions. We can only let the police investigate. I'm going to treat Lacy now. Could you please ask Anthony to bring

“Okay.”

look for Anthony, she suddenly noticed a figure wearing

was no nametag on the person's chest, and the nurse had no

May I know who you are?” the

that doctor suddenly whipped out a gun with a silencer and fired

nurse collapsed to the floor

“Ahh—”

the person fired multiple consecutive shots at them, each killing its target. They did not even have time to struggle before they

as he stood rooted to

Matthias when Francesca suddenly grabbed a scalpel and

stranger's hand, and the person's arm lowered. However,

pair of scissors at once

attacker raised the gun again and trained it on Francesca's head. “I'd like to see whether your scissors are faster

a woman's