Francesca knew there was no way Eva would help her escape. It seems like I'll have to find a chance to escape.
“At this hour, the ski resort has closed, the snow leopards are asleep, and it's too far to see the aurora. Should we just go to a bar?” Eva asked tentatively.
“That's great!” Francesca smiled and nodded. “I love bars.”
“That’s good to hear. I was worried that you might not like it.”
A wicked gleam shone in Eva's eyes when she shot the bodyguard a glance.
Seeing that, the bodyguard immediately whipped out his phone and sent a text.
“How far is the airport from the bar?” Francesca asked directly.
“It's not that far. It should be half an hour of car ride away.” Eva was curious, so she asked, “Why did you ask?”
“Didn't I say I don't want to get married?” Francesca had no intention of hiding her plan. “I'm going to try to escape later, and you can just let me get away on purpose. That way, no one's going to snatch Danrique away!”
“Huh?” Eva was bewildered. What's with this weirdo? She's so unpredictable! It's as if her mind doesn’t work the same as a normal person's. What on earth is she thinking about? She said Danrique was all over her just now, right? Why is she suddenly talking about escaping? Why is she asking me to let her slip away purposefully? What's going on?
Eva's mind was in a whirl as she tried to figure Francesca out.
“What's the matter with you?” Francesca waved her hand before her and asked, “Are you having a headache or something?”
With a frustrated look on her face, Eva kept mum and placed a hand over her forehead.
At the same time, she was continuously trying to remind herself to keep her cool. I can't panic now! I have to act according to the plan. Wait! Does Uncle Donald even know what kind of wicked girl she is?
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