Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 1815

qDanrique frowned. Without any prior warning, he reached out to grab her throat and pushed her onto the table. He warned, “Let me make this perfectly clear to you. You are just the doctor. I am the one who spent a fortune to hire you, and you are not to boss me around!”

“You j*rk. Let go of me.”

Francesca struggled angrily, but that only made Danrique tighten his grip on her.

She was on the verge of suffocating, and for a moment there, she felt as though she sensed death nearing her. Her hands gripped his wrists weakly. No matter what she tried, she simply couldn't break free.

“Mr. Lindberg, please calm down. We need Dr. Felch to continue treating you, so please let her off easy. Don't be angry.”

Danrique was still burning with rage, but he let Francesca go. His voice sounded evil when he warned, “Remember who you are. Do not cross me again!”

“You...” Francesca coughed.

A bloody scratch showed up on her neck, and she was in so much pain that she was coughing nonstop. Her throat had also gone dry, and her voice was coarse.

She was tempted to kill him, but she obviously wasn't strong enough to fight against him.

That doesn't matter, though. Revenge is a dish best served cold, so just you wait!

“Mr. Lindberg is in a bad mood, Dr. Felch, so please forgive him for this. Let's focus on administering the treatment for now,” requested Sean quickly and nervously.

Francesca glared at Danrique before administering the treatment.

That being said, she was deliberately being harsh. She didn't even warn him before she slapped the medicine, which would sting him greatly, onto his body.

The pain was so intense that Danrique stiffened. He gritted his teeth and glared. If looks could kill, Francesca would be pushing the daisies by then.

She didn't bother arguing with him, though. She simply moved on to bandage him up in the worst way.

That was when she realized that Danrique had been wearing her necklace the entire time...

Huh, that is strange. Why is he wearing someone else's necklace? It's not like him to do something like this.

Francesca sensed Danrique monitoring her, so she quickly diverted her attention back to the task at hand.

She bandaged him up without really paying attention to the details, then tossed the pills onto the table before instructing, “Add hot water, then have him drink it. Check his temperature again in an hour. It'd be great if his fever goes away by then, but if not... Well, there's nothing I can do about it, anyway.”

“Dr. Felch...”