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.

food with such relish that he started to feel hungry. He asked,

right now, so you can only consume a liquid

pushed the glass of juice to

frown. “I feel that I'm down

you eat, you will poop. Who is going to clean up for you?” snapped Francesca. “Before

taken aback. “I

starve to death.” Francesca continued to enjoy

have to scale back on

“Scale back?”

the mention of money, Francesca's eyes turned ice-cold. She reached out for the cleaver next to her and threw it. The large

He did not even dare to

up to him. She opened the book up and placed it in front of his eyes with her finger pointing at

owe me for the treatment. Your handprint is on it. If you deny it, I will

now, so you can only

pushad tha glass

not halp but frown. “I faal that I'm down to all skin and bonas, and

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

was takan aback. “I will gat hungry,

won't starva to daath.” Francasca continuad to anjoy har

sarvica is balow par. I'm afraid I will hava to

“Scala back?”

to har and thraw it. Tha larga

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