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q“I'm sorry, Ms. Felch. We didn't recognize her earlier. Besides, there's no reason for us not to shoot when someone suddenly crawls up the wall outside Mr. Lindberg's study room at this hour,” Gordon explained in a hurry.

“You—”

“It's not their fault, Ms. Felch. Please don't blame them,” Monica advised.

“Come on. Let's go in and get your wound cleaned first.” Francesca hurriedly helped Monica into the building, but the latter insisted on seeing Danrique.

“Please, just let me see Mr. Lindberg. There's a favor I need to ask of him personally.”

Gordon said, “You can just talk to me. I'll help you pass the message to Mr. Lindberg.”

“No. I need to ask him in person...” Panicking, Monica tugged at Francesca's hand and pleaded, “Please, Ms. Felch. I'm begging you.”

“Monica...” Francesca wanted to dissuade Monica. Before she could even do that, the latter fell to her knees with a thump, ignoring the wound on her leg. “I'm begging you. Please let me see Mr. Lindberg!”

“Get up quickly. Your leg's wounded. You'll be crippled if you kneel like this,” Francesca ordered anxiously.

my legs for His Highness' well-being if

and seeing her in such a state moved Francesca. Unable to refuse the former, she could only promise, “All right. I'll take you to see

“Ms. Felch—”

the right to do so?” Francesca cut Gordon

would anger Danrique. Given no choice, he could only send someone to

wound, helped the latter into a wheelchair, and pushed

from entering; he probably knew she was coming. He

did not look up even when he heard the door opening.

Francesca before speaking carefully. “I'm sorry

the documents and

wants to see you briefly. Can't she talk

let you recuperate here because of her. And now, you've sneaked out of

head and apologized, “I'm sorry for offending you. I won't blame you if

join. You should cherish the bright future you have ahead of you.” Danrique leaned back

“My current achievements are all thanks to Prince William. Besides, he was the one who saved me. That's why