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?”

I'm fine,” Francesca responded with a

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

that opportunity to excuse herself from

concern. “Did the other

“No,” Francesca replied.

at home, you can visit me anytime if you're bored. I can keep you company. If you don't fancy going to the art gallery, we can go

and plenty of medications to pack. Besides,

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

I shall take my

“Goodbye!”

car disappeared from her sight before turning

not stop herself from asking Sloan, “With whom did

“Sean,” Sloan answered.

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

momentary daze. “I

don't think so?” Francesca flew into a fit of rage. “That means