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qBack home, Anthony sidled up to ask, “So? Did you agree to treat that prince?”

“Yeah.” Francesca received a text and clicked on it. At once, she beamed. “Oh, that's fast. I've already received the money.”

“What money? How much?” Anthony glanced at her phone. “What the f*ck? This is a lot! Did the prince give you this much money?”

“Mm. For the medical fee and other stuff,” came Francesca's answer. Her lips curved as she asked, “I remember a luxurious villa is put up for sale around seven kilometers away from us. Has it been sold?”

“Of course not. It's big and expensive. No one in their right mind would buy it,” Anthony replied. He then demanded, “What do you mean by other stuff? Did you agree to other conditions?”

“I agreed to help buy a property for him and set up a clinic inside so he can receive treatment for the long run.” Francesca instructed, “I'll go and view the villa tomorrow. Help me buy the medical equipment. We need to do this as soon as possible and start treating him.”

“I'll come with you. I can call to order the medical equipment you need but I won't let you view the villa alone.”

“Why not?” Francesca responded carelessly. “If you don't have to go to the medical equipment company, then stay at home and keep an eye on Lacy. We're busy and short of staff.”

Anthony tried to protest. “But—”

cut in,

hurried up the

helpless as he couldn't refute Francesca. He went to

house alone. However, we need help at home too.” Snapping her brows together, Layla ordered, “Stay at home

“But—”

Prince William

right, then.” Anthony nodded. “It should take at least six

pat on the shoulders. “You need to consider the

“I understand.”

wrote out a list of the medical equipment she needed and sent it to Anthony so he could

she glanced at her phone, which remained silent. No one else contacted her besides the texts she received from

call or send any texts. Even

It looks like the b*stard is indeed a

deep in thought when Anthony knocked on her door.