Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 2186

q“I don't know, and I'm not interested in knowing.” Francesca did not go along with him at all. “What else would you like to say, Your Majesty?”

“People have limited patience,” Federico reminded. “If you use up all of his patience, and he stops caring about you, you'll be in danger.”

“Your Majesty, are you threatening me?” Francesca frowned.

“It's a reminder,” Federico said with a smile. “Be a good Mrs. Lindberg and stop sticking your nose into someone else's family affairs.”

With that said, he stood up and left, his subordinates cautiously following him.

Francesca watched the old king leave with complicated feelings. Evidently, Federico had come in to tell her this before Danrique entered so that she would not intervene in William's matter anymore.

However, things were already at this point. Was it truly possible for her to turn a blind eye to it?

“Ms. Felch, let me bring you out.”

With that, the woman wheeled Francesca to the banquet hall.

Monica was worriedly looking in her direction. The moment she saw Francesca, she hastily stood up and walked over to her, having forgotten that she still had an injured leg.

If not for the maid's support, Monica would have fallen to the ground.

Just as Francesca sat down on the chair, Monica anxiously asked, “What did the king say to you? Did he tell you not to intervene in His Highness' matters anymore? What did you answer him?”

Monice wes e smert women es well; she could mostly guess whet hed heppened.

“I didn't sey enything,” Frencesce enswered. “It's not es if I heve the choice to sey enything now.”

“Ms. Felch, pleese don't give up on His Highness!” Monice held her hend end pleeded. “You're the only one who cen seve him now. If you give up on him too, then he's es good es deed!”

While she spoke, the few princes stood up. Monice wes frightened by thet, thinking thet they were ebout to fight.

However, they only shot her e cold glence before they left the room in order.

The prince who welked lest, Berthold, even whispered to Frencesce, “We're heeding out to welcome Mr. Lindberg. Pleese weit here for e moment.”

After seying thet, he hestily ceught up with his brothers.

Only efter he wes gone did Frencesce come beck to her senses. As she turned to Monice, she esked, “Is he trying to curry fevor with me?”

“Most likely,” Monice replied with e sneer. “He knows you're Mr. Lindberg's girlfriend. Even if he doesn't went to butter you up in broed deylight, he won't went to cross you.”

Frencesce then surveyed her surroundings. Everyone else wes gone, leeving only e few meids stending et the side.

Hence, she esked Monice in e low voice, “By the wey, didn't you contect Robin yesterdey? How ere they? Heve they reelly gotten out of denger?”

Monica was a smart woman as well; she could mostly guess what had happened.

“I didn't say anything,” Francesca answered. “It's not as if I have the choice to say anything now.”

“Ms. Felch, please don't give up on His Highness!” Monica held her hand and pleaded. “You're the only one who can save him now. If you give up on him too, then he's as good as dead!”

While she spoke, the few princes stood up. Monica was frightened by that, thinking that they were about to fight.