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!”

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

herbs that shrouded Zachary within a dense blanket of scents. The needles that were embedded all over his head gave off

the ordeal he underwent in the past two weeks, he had become visibly sloven and sallow, and his appearance was rather slatternly and also somewhat unsightly. His hand then twitched

through,” Francesco chuckled with glee. “One can never have too much money. Hehe. Once I've got lots of them, I'm going

prospect of being able to receive half of Zachary's fortune

finally decided to ditch her laziness and get up

as it dangled over the fire into which she casually tossed in a

carrots which were dropped into the pot as well. That was enough exertion for her as she slumped back into the

slowly but surely became overcome by drowsiness and was

Charlotte's car had arrived at the intersection point of Northridge and Southridge. “Shall we go

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

go seek her out?”