Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul Chapter 1950

Chapter 1950q“Abandoned wife?”
Francesca couldn't help but chuckle when she heard the unfamiliar phrase.
“In this world, all kinds of relationships are based on equal exchange, including love. Now, you used
your young and charming appearance in exchange for Danrique's love for you, but all this will expire
one day. Once you begin to decline, everything will change, and there's no way you'd still get to enjoy
his love. If I were you, I could at least get along with him peacefully due to my family background. But
as for you, you'd end up getting abandoned since you do not have any backing. Perhaps you'd die, or
perhaps you'd be put in jail and live a life worse than death. It's also possible that you'd be given as a
gift to some other man...”
“Are you done?” Annoyed, Francesca interrupted her, “I thought you've chosen Mr. Adams as your
man. Why do you still concern yourself with our relationship?”
“It's not too late if you choose to back out now. Or else—” Hazel put her wine glass down and closed in
on Francesca, attempting to threaten her.
However, before she could finish her sentence, the sound of knocking on the door interrupted her.
Then, Gerard's voice came from outside. “Hazel, please come out.”
Hazel shot Francesca a cold glare before getting up to head out.
When Hazel opened the door, Francesca caught a glimpse of Gerard standing outside while wearing a
grim expression. Moreover, he was staring at Hazel with a stern look in his eyes.
Francesca had a rough understanding of what was going on. Gerard wanted Hazel to marry Frank, but
Hazel was still in love with Danrique, which led her to pressure Francesca into giving up.
Noticing what his daughter had in mind, Gerard came in time to stop her.Francesca was pretty sure that was the case.
As for the reason that Gerard sent someone to kidnap her previously was probably to create an
opportunity for his daughter to pursue Danrique. Frank hadn't offered them an olive branch at that time,
after all.
They placed their focus on Danrique, thinking that once Francesca was out of the picture, Hazel would
be able to marry the man.
Navig@te back to th€ roots of thïš substance at n0v^lebookIf that was true, Gerard might also be the one who sent someone to knock Francesca and Eva
unconscious during the banquet last time.
Does Danrique know about all this?
Just as Francesca was mulling over her thoughts, there was once again a knock on the door. Someone
had brought gowns over for Francesca to choose from.
Francesca randomly chose one and was about to send them away when one of the maids asked her
with a strange voice, “Miss, would you like me to help you change into the gown?”
Francesca lifted her eyes to glance at the maid and reacted almost immediately. “Okay. You can stay.
The others may leave.”
“Noted.”
The other maids heeded her words and left the room.
The maid locked the door and said to Francesca in a strained voice, “It's me!”
“I know.” Francesca sized Layla up before teasing her, “Ms. Layla, it's amazing that you don't look weird
at all when disguised as a young maid in her thirties.”“Why of course. I'm pretty by nature.”
Layla twisted her hips and posed complacently, obviously pleased with herself.
“How did you get in? There are a lot of rules and regulations here, and it's so heavily guarded...”
Francesca asked curiously.
“I just happen to have an idea.” Layla walked toward the window and observed the situation outside.
“Francesca, I've found a way to get you out of here. Just say the word, and I'll bring you out.”
“H-How are you going to get me out?”
Francesca felt inexplicably uneasy at that moment, causing her to stutter nervously.
“One of the noblewomen had an asthma attack just now due to something she ate. The castle's private
doctor examined her condition just now, and she needs to be sent to the hospital. The ambulance
should be here any minute, so we could disguise as paramedics and blend in to hop onto the
ambulance,” explained Layla.
She then continued in a hushed voice, “The point is, have you thought it through? Do you want to leave
or not?”
“I...” Francesca was a little hesitant.