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q“Are you with William right now?”

Danrique's tone changed immediately.

Though she felt timid inwardly, Francesca decided to stick with it after glancing at William quickly. “Yeah, why?”

“You realize that the time right now on your side is one o'clock in the morning, do you?” Danrique's voice sounded like the sharp wind in the winter through the phone. “Francesca, you blacklisted me on your phone and hung out with a man late at night. Splendid. You did well!”

“That's not it, I-”

As she wanted to explain further, the phone was immediately hung up by Danrique. It happened so fast that Francesca, still holding her phone, was left dumbfounded. “Da*n it. He hung me up.”

“You just had to stir up trouble,” William sternly scolded Robin while seeing this.

“This is all my fault.” Robin hurriedly lowered his head before apologizing, “I'm deeply sorry for what happened, Ms. Felch.”

“No, this is not your problem. He's just being mean, that's all.” Francesca, however, was not bothered by what happened. “All right then, let's not be affected by him and continue our meal, shall we?”

“Frannie, you think I should give L a call and explain it to him?” William asked gently, “He must have the wrong idea after learning that you're with me when it's late at night.”

Francesca complained before she said, “He didn't explain anything about

even like her to begin with.” William smiled.

more Francesca thought of it, the angrier she got. “It's been nine days

“About this...”

delicious food. Please excuse me for now,” said Francesca,

very late now.” while sitting in his wheelchair, William sent her out and said, “Since I know you're angry, I won't be saying

do whatever he wants, and I

“This-”

“See you!”

Francesca sped off in

he stayed at the same place as he watched the lady driving further away. When the car was no longer in sight, he turned around and

“Yes, sir.”

she parked her car outside of the compound in fear that she would wake Layla and the others. Just as she snuck into the house and was about to head upstairs, a voice she could

“Ms. Layla!”

away and looked right back at Layla

pillow in her arms as she went up

living in the rundown house, she always struggled to fall asleep because of her fear of mice. As a