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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!”

scream before sitting up in bed, sweating ever

had been dreaming. Be that as it may, the sensation

reminiscing the time they spent together before Danrique left as a

nothing but a text from Gordon

her forehead, Francesca was utterly

messy thoughts,

at North Hotel at one

out to be a call from

there

glimmer of hope rose within Francesca as she glanced at the time. There were still another few hours to go. She couldn't

lady, Layla reminded, “You have been researching poison and drugs, haven't you? How about hidden weapons and

things are too conspicuous.” Francesca refused to heed Layla's advice as she added, “I can't simply put on a

“Then, you—”

Ms. Layla. I'm

spoke, Francesca asked Sloan to bring her to Danrique's laboratory.

it heard her whistling.

is my very own little bodyguard!” Holding Sam high up, Francesca went on, “It's the one that had bitten