Danrique gazed at her with an unreadable expression. “If you're that good, the cut on your face should be healed by now, right? Why are you still wearing a mask?”
Francesca was no pushover. She immediately argued, “Many people are looking for me. If they know what I look like, my whereabouts would be exposed. Isn't that dangerous?”
“Dr. Felch, we understand your concern. However, we're not ordinary people. There's no way we'll expose your privacy,” Sean explained.
“I can't be sure about that.” Francesca rolled her eyes. “Better safe than sorry, right?”
“Fine. You're right.”
Danrique accepted her explanation.
Francesco is indeed capable. Besides her medical skills, she also has many other skills. As she is hot-tempered, she must've offended many people. Even I can't help imagining how I'll teach her a lesson after she treated my poison.
Thus, he could understand why she made so many enemies and refused to show her face to the public.
“You've found me. Why aren't you in a hurry to leave?” Francesca asked. “Sam had bitten Pastor, so he should be barely alive. He won't let the matter slip.”
“I need to find someone,” Danrique answered as he caressed his black cross necklace hanging before his chest.
“I saved you today. Shouldn't you reward me?”
Francesca's gaze was attracted by his necklace and forgot to ask who he was looking for.
“What do you want?”
Despite finding her greedy, Danrique knew he had to thank her for helping him. If everything were to go according to his plan, he would have to waste a few bullets.
“I want this...” Francesca pointed at his necklace.
Danrique frowned and glared at her icily.
Wariness, fury, impatience, disgust and disdain brewed in his gaze.
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