Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qAfter dinner, the ladies departed to the art gallery in a car.

The first lady had prepared a limousine and invited Francesca and the other ladies to join her in the vehicle.

After getting into the limousine, the ladies could not contain their urge to gossip about recent events related to the prominent families.

Francesca listened to them in silence. She did not show any reaction until someone mentioned that Hazel had gone to M Nation. Only then did Francesca reveal an astonished expression as she hastily asked, “When did Hazel depart?”

“The night before yesterday.” Kevin's wife immediately shuffled closer to Francesca, as the latter had rarely initiated a conversation with her. “I visited Hazel's residence that night and saw her leaving the house to go to the airport.”

Francesca looked down. Complex emotions churned within her.

Hazel departed the night before yesterday, while Danrique left the subsequent morning. So, Danrique did not go to M Nation alone. He went there with Hazel, which means he's been hanging out with her for the past few days. Is that why he didn't answer my calls?

“Francesca, Francesca!” The first lady's voice pulled Francesca back to reality.

“Yes?” Francesca regained her senses.

“Are you all right? You look pale,” the first lady asked concernedly. “Are you feeling under the weather?”

responded with a faint

exhibition, Francesca appeared slightly distracted. The first lady suggested sending Francesca home when she sensed her

seized that opportunity to excuse herself from the art

Francesca off, she expressed her concern. “Did the

“No,” Francesca replied.

bored. I can keep you company. If you don't

President,” Francesca interrupted, “I'm actually quite occupied every day. I have two patients to attend to and plenty of medications to pack. Besides, I'm also recuperating from my injuries, so I don't feel

work, then. At the same time, you must also take care of your health. Feel free

“Thank you. I

“Goodbye!”

watched Francesca leave and waited until the car disappeared from her sight before turning around and

herself from asking Sloan, “With

“Sean,” Sloan answered.

Sean tagged along, but who else is there?” Francesca grew impatient.

momentary daze. “I don't think

flew into a