Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

q“Blasted things. Why are you coming here to snoop all over the place when I'm so comfortably hidden? What if you were to give my position away?”

After ascertaining that those journalists had left the ridges, Francesco relaxed and leaned back lazily into the backrest. She then closed her eyes to soak in the sun before she yawned.

“This is just a taster. Next time you show up, I'll set the snakes on you.”

A little green serpent slithered off Zachary and wrapped itself around Francesco's arm before it tightened itself around her wrist like a pristine jade bangle.

“I'm hungry. Go make me something to eat.”

When Francesco looked askance at the little reptile around her wrist, she was so languid that she did not even want to lift her fingers. “Bah. If only you can really adopt a human form and help me with the cooking.”

She paused and glared grudgingly at Zachary, who was laid out upon the wooden bed. “It's all your fault, Fugly. You're such a dead weight that I still need to babysit you every single day! Not even Dummy got to enjoy this level of service from me before, so you owe me. I'd say, it wouldn't be too much to ask for even if I were to demand half of your estate for saving your sorry behind!”

hurled a handful of peanuts she had within reach at Zachary. “Hey, did you hear me? Remember to

smoking bundle of herbs that shrouded Zachary within a dense blanket of scents. The needles that were embedded all over his head gave off a subtle glisten that flickered through

was rather slatternly and also somewhat unsightly.

“One can never have too much money. Hehe. Once I've got lots of them,

at the prospect of being able to receive half of Zachary's fortune and use it to embarrass

finally decided to ditch her laziness

as it dangled over the fire into which she

picked up a badly chipped chopping knife and diced up a few carrots which were dropped into the pot as well. That was enough exertion for her as she slumped back into the recliner and yawned. “This

surely became overcome by drowsiness and was about to

car had arrived at the intersection point of Northridge and

eyes fixated upon Southridge, feeling a little tensed up inside. “I keep having the feeling that this might be where she could be hidden if that was her intent. After all, the most dangerous place may very well

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