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.

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

can't move right now, so you can only

the glass of

at the leftover apple juice and could not help but frown. “I feel that I'm down to

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

aback. “I will get

you won't starve to death.” Francesca continued to enjoy her

I'm afraid I will have to scale back on your

“Scale back?”

to her and threw it. The large knife stabbed into a wooden board beside Zachary's neck, the tip of the knife only a millimeter away from

widened in shock. He did not

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

is on it. If you deny it,

now, so you can only

tha glass of juica

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

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

takan aback. “I

to daath.” Francasca continuad to anjoy har

will hava to

“Scala back?”

Sha raachad out for tha claavar naxt to har and thraw it. Tha larga knifa

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