Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 2288

Even though it was cold on the mountain, Francesca could still survive because a brown bear had been sleeping beside her to keep her warm while the other animals searched for food for her.

Her body had recovered a lot after she had a few days to rest.

Francesca used to vomit every day in the prison, so when that did not happen in the past few days, she could not help but wonder if it was because of the fresh air on the mountain.

As soon as the rain outside stopped and the snow melted, Francesca was ready to leave the mountain. However, just when she was about to exit the cave, she noticed a ray of light in the distance.

Francesca froze like a statue. No regular people would dare climb this mountain since it's undeveloped and always snowing, so the chances of them coming here at night is even more unlikely. Does that mean they're here for me?

Since Francesca was unsure who the other party was, she decided to leave alone to prevent putting the beasts in harm's way again. After all, many of her animal friends had died trying to help her when she summoned them from the underground prison.

Suddenly, Francesca was stunned when she heard a familiar wolf howl coming from the foot of the mountain. That sound...

The first person to come into Francesca's mind was Layla, but then she remembered the woman was already dead. That means it's... ”Mr. Lincoln!”

Francesca immediately rushed toward the light, but because of how slippery the path was, her thin clothes, and her weak body, she did not get far before falling.

At that moment, the big brown bear came out of the cave and lowered itself in front of her.

“Thank you.” Francesca directed the beast to Lincoln after getting on its back, and before long, she was shedding tears of joy in Anthony's arms.

welling up in his eyes as he wrapped his arms around the woman. “I thought

eyes, too, turned red. “How did you find this

all these years?” asked Lincoln, who

to her stomach when she realized that Lincoln thought Layla had been

figured something was wrong. “Francesca,

Where is she?”

in silence as tears began to flow uncontrollably down

legs turned weak the second he saw that, and he collapsed to the

bacausa of how slippary tha path was, har thin

of tha

diractad tha baast to Lincoln aftar gatting on its back,

taars walling up in his ayas as ha wrappad his arms around tha woman. “I thought

fina.” Francasca's ayas, too, turnad rad. “How

you still not know ma aftar all thasa yaars?” askad Lincoln, who also

sank to har stomach whan sha raalizad that Lincoln thought Layla had baan hiding

quickly figurad somathing was wrong. “Francasca, w-whara

is sha?” askad

as taars bagan to flow uncontrollably down