Just when Francesca was in deep thought while relaxing in her recliner, her phone vibrated once more. It was Layla trying to reach her. In a haste, she answered the call. “Ms. Layla!”
“Are you back in H City already, Francesca?” When Layla was speaking, Anthony's voice could also be heard rather faintly on the other end of the line. “Let me talk to her. Give me the phone—”
Layla bellowed right away, “Zip it.”
“Yes, I just reached,” replied Francesca with a grin. “I'm at the beach. It's so beautiful here...’ “Have you contacted your master? When's your surgery?”
As always, Layla cut straight to the subject.
“Gordon will sort that out for me. I told him the clues, so I suppose he'd find out soon enough.”
“Soon enough? He ought to get it done at once.” Anxious, Layla added, “I've got wind that you-know-who was released from prison already.”
“What?” Francesca's visage did a one-eighty at the news. “Wasn't he sentenced to life imprisonment? How did he get out so suddenly?”
“Only God knows how... His organization is still in power, after all,” said Layla in a deep voice. “That person's a highly dangerous lunatic. He'll definitely seek you out to have his revenge. You’d better keep your guard up!”
Francesca was stumped for words upon hearing that.
“Hey, Francesca! Are you listening to me?” questioned Layla ever so nervously.
“The Lindberg family has your back for now, so I'm not that worried. This is a critical juncture, so you make sure to dismiss any thought of escaping again. Don't fret. Continue your daily activities under their protection. When Dr. Felch arrives, you can then undergo the treatment. Your recuperation comes first. Everything else can wait, you hear?”
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