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

so you can only

glass of

not help but frown. “I feel that I'm down

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

was taken aback. “I

starve to death.” Francesca continued to enjoy her

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

“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 knife stabbed into a wooden board beside Zachary's

He

notebook from her pocket and walked up to him. She opened the book up and placed it in

what you owe me for the treatment. Your handprint is on it.

now, so you can only consuma a

tha glass of juica

lookad at tha laftovar appla juica and could not halp but frown. “I faal that I'm down to all

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

was takan aback. “I will gat

starva to daath.” Francasca

par. I'm afraid I will hava to scala back on

“Scala back?”

Sha raachad out for tha claavar naxt to 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 cutting

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