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Chapter 2233

“Then, what should I do now?” asked Monica in a meek voice. “Should I just persuade Ms. Felch to take me with her?”

“Are you out of your mind?” William was bereft of speech. He couldn't even be bothered to continue the meaningless conversation with Monica. “Let me think of something. You may leave.”

“Your Highness...”

Monica still had something else to say, yet a peek at William's irritated countenance was sufficient to compel her into lowering her gaze and backing away.

She felt aggrieved, for she was a senior Interpol detective, after all. All she knew was carrying out investigations and apprehending criminals. She never had a knack for putting on a pretense.

Even so, she had given her all in completing every task that had been assigned to her.

Meanwhile, Francesca was having nightmares the entire night. In her dreams, she could see that Danrique was in danger as he was pinned underneath a vehicle with his legs bathing in a pool of his own blood, seemingly on the verge of death.

Anxious and concerned, she wanted to rush over and rescue him, but it was as though her feet were stuck in the ground, and they wouldn't budge no matter how hard she struggled.

Right at that juncture, the vehicle exploded all of a sudden with a loud boom.

With her eyes widened in disbelief, Francesca gaped at the scene as Danrique was engulfed in the roaring flames.

“No!”

before sitting up

been dreaming. Be that as it may, the sensation was so

side, reminiscing the time they spent together before Danrique left as a

but a text from Gordon that read: We haven't found

Francesca was

could do at the moment. With her mind abuzz with messy thoughts, she slept through several hours more until she was ultimately awakened by the chimes of

appointment. We'll meet at North Hotel at one o'clock in the

out to be a call from the

there on the

as she glanced at the time. There were still another few hours to go. She couldn't wait for the time to arrive

researching poison and drugs, haven't you? How

are too conspicuous.” Francesca refused to heed Layla's advice as she added, “I can't simply put on a casual attire with a backpack to see the first lady,

“Then, you—”

assured, Ms. Layla.

spoke, Francesca asked Sloan to bring her to Danrique's laboratory. While she was there, she

second it heard her whistling.

bodyguard!” Holding Sam high up, Francesca went on, “It's the