“Uh...” Shocked, Francesca lowered her head to stare at her outfit.
She was wearing a spaghetti strap and shorts. How will this lure him into committing a crime?
“Look at you. You are blessed with fair skin and have an ample bosom. How could you wear so little clothes? Luckily, you're with me. What if you're with someone else—"
“Scram!” Francesca grabbed a pillow and tossed it to him.
Anthony slammed the door shut and
fled the scene.
Francesca was breathless with anger. To her, Anthony was unisex, so she didn't bother about her attire. How dare he say that to me? That's preposterous'.
Feeling drained, Francesca returned to her bed to sleep. However, she couldn't help but glance at her phone repeatedly. Still no news from Danrique, huh? Good. That's great'. Forget him. I shall pretend that I've never met him. It's no big deal.
Francesca switched her phone to silent mode and placed it aside. Rolling to one side, she hugged a pillow and fell asleep.
At the same time, Danrique was working in his car. It was the afternoon in M Nation. After he read the file, Sean came to report to him, “Ms. Atkinson has completed her inspection today. According to her schedule, she'll be boarding the plane back to Xendale tonight.”
“Mm,” Danrique grunted in acknowledgment and continued reading the following file.
“Gordon has contacted Riz Corporation. They claimed that Emperor isn't meeting anyone recently. We need to schedule an appointment and wait for our turn,” Sean reported carefully as he was afraid of invoking Danrique's wrath.
“He’s quite arrogant, huh?” Danrique's lips curved. “I heard that Emperor isn't even eighteen years old yet.
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