Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 2029

Chapter 2029 A Scene

Anthony instantly brought the bodyguards to look for Francesca. It was then he realized the gravity of the situation. “Don’t hang up. Put on your Bluetooth earpiece and stay on the call. I’ll come right away.”

As expected of an ex-special forces agent, Layla was exceptionally efficient. Furthermore, Anthony was just someone who studied economics and business management. Although he had picked up some things from Layla and Lincoln, he was not talented in that field. Therefore, he would have a much slower reaction time.

At that moment, he was overwhelmed by guilt—he hated himself for not noticing the oddness earlier. If anything were to happen to Francesca, he would despise himself for the rest of his life.

In the meantime, Francesca, Lacy, and the Jetroinian assassin disguised as a doctor stepped out of the elevator, about to head to the parking lot at the back.

Right then, an excited voice traveled into their ears. “Francesca! We meet again!”

At the same time, a young woman in a floral dress stood in Francesca’s way.

When Francesca lifted her head, she realized it was Monica, the young woman she met on the plane who was premaritally pregnant.

When Monica saw Francesca, she exclaimed, “Francesca, I’ve purchased a maternity checkup package deal at this hospital with the money you’ve given to me! Thank you!”

However, the assassin was staring intently at Francesca. She was giving Francesca looks that signaled her to cut the conversation short and stop wasting time.

“No problems.” Francesca pried away Monica’s hands before coldly saying, “I have something to attend to, so let’s chat another time.”

With that, she began pushing the hospital bed again.

“Um…” When Monica spotted Lacy on the bed, she abruptly cried out, “This child isn’t yours, right?”

Francesca rolled her eyes, speechless.

“Oh my god, I thought you were from a rich family to have been so generous. I never knew that your life was this tough too…” Monica choked out. “No. I can’t take your money!”

At that, she took out a stack of cash from her bag and shoved it into Francesca’s hands.

“It’s fine,” Francesca dismissed.