Francesca rolled her eyes and snapped, "That's none of your business!"
Anthony grinned cheekily and leaned closer. "I'm just concerned about you. Where's your luggage?"
Tossing her backpack at him, she said, "There are valuables inside. Take good care of it."
"What is it? Whoa! Where did you get all this jewelry?" His eyes lit up as soon as he opened the backpack.
"They're a gift from that b*stard." The mere thought of Danrique made her blood boil.
The light in Anthony's eyes died instantly. Then, he said arrogantly, "What's so great about that? I'll buy some for you in the future too. So what if he's rolling in money? He's promiscuous and unfaithful, and his feelings for you aren't genuine—"
"Shut up! You talk too much!" Francesca growled in a low voice, frowning.
Not daring to utter another word, he hurriedly opened the car door and protected her head as she got into the car.
Francesca scanned the surroundings carefully but did not spot anyone suspicious.
Then, Anthony started the engine and drove off. He even put some music on as he drove at a leisurely pace on the wide road.
Nonetheless, she was still a little on edge and dared not let her guard down, only breathing a tiny sigh of relief when they reached the deserted highway. She asked Anthony, "Where are Ms. Layla and Mr. Lincoln now?"
He replied, "Mr. Lincoln is at the foundation, and Ms. Layla is at the orphanage. She has been at the hospital the past few days and only returned to the orphanage today because something came up."
"It's nothing serious, is it?" she asked.
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