Francesca slept so well that she did not realize someone had opened the door and entered the room quietly.
“Did she finish the milk?”
“Yes, Mam. She finished it.”
“You can leave now.”
“All right, Mam.”
After glancing at the empty glass on the table and the sleeping Francesca, a cold glint flashed across the first lady's eyes.
She gestured for her two female bodyguards to enter the room and approach Francesca.
All of a sudden, Francesca's phone rang. She shivered for a second before sitting up and answering the call. “Danrique?”
Her eyes were at half-mast as she talked over the phone. Raising her head, Francesca then noticed the first lady and her two bodyguards standing by the bed. Stunned by their presence in the guest room, she asked, “W-What are you doing here?”
“I...” The first lady hesitated but responded quickly, “I came to check on you because I noticed you were completely worn out.”
“I'm fine. I feel tired and just want to sleep.” Francesca yawned while rubbing her eyes.
“Oh, okay. I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone now.” The first lady and her two bodyguards immediately retreated. They also took the empty glass with them when leaving the room.
Francesca then fell flat on the bed while hugging a bolster. She continued talking to Danrique over the phone, “Hey, I'm dead tired. I'll call you later, okay? I'm at the presidential palace. Avery is very ill, so they invited me to treat her...”
After leaving the room, the first lady called the maid over and confronted her. “You said she finished the milk, but how come she's still awake? Did she drink it?”
“Yes, she did, Mam. I saw her drinking it with my own eyes,” the maid uttered in a trembling voice. “I swear I'm telling the truth!”
“Could it be the milk's problem?” the first lady questioned the bodyguards beside her. “Did you drug the drink?”
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