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q“You're intelligent, Ms. Felch.” Monica chuckled. “His Highness was right.”

“You're one of William's men?”

Francesca was astonished. It had been a long time since she contacted William. The last time she saw him was when she was up against Frank at Xendale.

She never thought that William would have sent someone to protect her from the shadows.

“Somewhat,” Monica replied. “I'm actually an Interpol officer, but I'm under Prince William's instructions to protect you. His Highness said that you might be upset if you knew about my identity, so I thought of a different way to approach you instead. I thought I'd fooled you, but it seems like you've known that I was lying since the start.”

“Regardless of everything, thank you.” Francesca was truly grateful for her assistance. “My gratitude is to William too.”

“I think you should thank him yourself,” Monica said with a smile. “His Highness has been waiting for you the whole time.”

“William's in S Nation?” Francesca gasped.

“Yes. He came at the same time, but he took a different private jet.” Monica lowered her head respectfully. “He should be contacting you at a later time. I'll be taking my leave now. Goodbye.”

Monica left.

Anthony stared at her retreating figure, he muttered, “I would've never

more impressive than you.” Layla smacked Anthony's head and berated, “You don't even know how to guard someone. What can

me when

hurt, I would've beaten you up!” Layla shot him a glare. “You're so infuriating. If not for Ms. Monica this time, the consequences would have been

leaned against Layla as he sang, “Yes, yes. Everything's my fault. I'll become the personification of

“Settle the compensation matters with the hospital. I want to have a talk

go?” Anthony began to complain, but when he saw the vicious look in Layla's

Anthony was gone,

sat down beside Francesca and patted the back of her hand as she consoled, “Don't feel guilty about this. This has nothing to

though the younger woman seemed carefree,

Francesca would surely be plagued with guilt and self-blame for how

I wonder if being kind is

back then and insisted on waiting with Candice, the