Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qIt had only been half an hour since she had found out that the water source had been tampered with. How is it possible that the maids have already prepared a milk bath for me so quickly?

The maids had even prepared a water dispenser by the basin as well as a pail of clean water for her to brush up.

Furthermore, the water sources had all been cut off for the time being. Not only would it be a hassle to clean oneself, but cooking and drinking would be a huge issue as well. Yet, no one in the castle seemed to be panicking. Everything was still running like clockwork.

Something's amiss.

Francesca found it odd, but she was unwilling to suspect William.

Perhaps it's because they have been so used to being targeted that they have a backup plan for everything. That way, they will most likely be more at ease...

At that thought, Francesca could not help but feel bad for them. She quickly got rid of the lingering suspicions.

Once she had freshened up, she returned to the bedroom and pick her phone up. Still no calls nor messages from Danrique.

From the looks of it, he truly was angry.

Francesca was speechless. Too tired to explain the situation to him, she decided to just go to bed with the phone still on silent.

seemingly peaceful night was far

a sudden bolt of thunder jolted Francesca awake. Narrowing her eyes, she gazed out the window. Bolts of thunder followed flashes of lightning as the howling wind caused the trees to sway from side to side. The rustling leaves on the quivering branches looked like a monster

least afraid. She simply covered her

once again, she did not wake up till

of a sudden, somebody called out from

she was awakened from her slumber, Francesca hugged her pillow as she mumbled

results are out...” the man behind the

immediately snapped open as she hurried out of bed.

freshen up as quickly as possible and changed. Pulling her hair up into a ponytail, she opened the door.

main water tank, but someone sneaked into the

“Lead the way.”

the subordinate into

his trusted advisors were conducting an interrogation. A young boy was kneeling on the ground with both his hands tied up. His mouth was sealed by a piece of tape as he lowered his head,

here has been working here for a long time, and the

Murray's—the gardener's—nephew. Because Mr. Murray is sick, he has been taking over his uncle's job and has been in the castle for three months now. He looks quite honest. No one would have thought that he would be bribed...” one

“Mmmph!”

he widened his eyes and shook his head nonstop.

clear eyes. She found it hard to believe that he was the spy. With a step forward, she ripped the tape off of his mouth.