Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 1611

q“Are you saying that I am talking sh*t?”

This time, Francesca reacted very quickly as she stared at him fiercely.

“Of course not. Every single word you said is of utmost importance.”

Zachary's survival instincts were very strong. He was only able to move his head right now, so his very survival was dependent on Francesca's mood.

I won't dare to offend her.

“Hmph! You are not that stupid after all!”

Francesca rolled her eyes at him and scooped the food out of the pot.

She had prepared another dish for herself as well.

“I thought we are discussing about curing my illness. Why are you eating?”

Zachary frowned. The mood of this woman shifts so fast. One minute she is immersed in sorrow, and the very next moment, she starts eating.

“I will only have the energy to treat you once I am full.”

While Francesca was eating, she crushed an apple with her hand and squeezed the juice into a glass. Once the glass was full, she sipped the juice and enjoyed her meat at the same time.

Once in a while, she would throw a few pieces of meat and bones for the limping aged wolf next to her. As for the eagle and python, she would leave them to hunt for their own food.

relish that he started to feel hungry. He asked, “Any food for

now, so you can only consume a liquid

pushed the glass of juice to

Zachary looked at the leftover apple juice and could not help but frown. “I feel

you eat, you will poop. Who is going to clean up for you?” snapped Francesca. “Before you can take care of yourself,

taken aback. “I will get

death.” Francesca continued to

is below par. I'm afraid I will have to scale back on your

“Scale back?”

The large knife stabbed into a wooden board beside Zachary's neck, the tip of the knife only a millimeter away from

eyes widened in shock. He did not

She opened the book up and placed it in front

Your handprint is on it. If you deny it, I will chop you up

so

pushad tha glass of

but frown. “I faal that I'm down to all skin

is going to claan up for you?” snappad Francasca. “Bafora you can

was takan aback. “I will gat

starva to daath.” Francasca continuad to anjoy har

I'm afraid I will hava to scala back on your traatmant faa,”

“Scala back?”

har and thraw it. Tha larga knifa stabbad into a woodan board basida Zachary's nack, tha tip of tha knifa only a millimatar away from

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