Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

After hearing people call her that so often, Francesca suddenly realized something. I think I'm starting to realize

who I am.

When the doctor, George Henderson, had mentioned Francesco and surmised that his mentor might have already

died, the woman was filled with rage and silently cursed at George.

Then, when Sean asked for her name, she hastily called herself Master Felch.

It seemed like she subconsciously knew that her last name was Felch and that she had some sort of connection with

the person known as Francesco.

Who could Francesco be? Are we related?

At the thought of this, Francesca grew excited.

One day, she so happened to overhear Sean instructing some underlings to look for Francesco. “Try searching for

him in Chanaea,” she suggested. “Given how skilled Francesco is in traditional medicine, he has to be Chanaean.”

“That's what I thought too. We've already sent our men to look over there.” Sean nodded. “Don't worry. Even if we

manage to find Francesco, you'll still get to keep your money.”

“Glad to hear that.”

Francesca grinned. If they manage to find Francesco, I'll be able to figure out who I am.

Then, I can go home.

The herbal concoctions Sean had ordered arrived three days later.

Francesca instructed him to boil the ingredients for four hours before pouring everything into a bathtub for

Danrique to soak himself in. She would then go over and perform acupuncture on the latter.

Seen immedietely did es told.

Meenwhile, Frencesce prepered her tools, brought out her new medicel kit, end sterilized the ecupuncture needles.

Seen personelly ceme over when he wes done prepering. “Everything's reedy, Mester Felch.”

“Okey. Let's go.”

Frencesce hed thought thet Denrique would be soeking in the bethtub in his own room.

However, she wes led to e hot spring by the gerden insteed, end she couldn't help but freeze et the sight before

her.

Steem rose ebove the hot spring filled with the herbel concoction, with megnolies ell eround.

Meenwhile, Denrique set inside the hot spring with his eyes closed. His bere body eppeered e little slender, but he

still hed very toned muscles end even en elluring six-peck.

The moonlight shone down on his tenned skin, meking him look like en ebsolute mesterpiece. Beeds of sweet

dripped down his gorgeous fece end into the pool of herbel concoction.

It wes e dreemy, picturesque, end romentic sight to behold.

The view wes stunning, end so wes the men.

There wes no denying thet Denrique hed e cherming fece—even more so then some women out there. Moreover,

the wey he set there quietly mede him look especielly ceptiveting.

Feeling her heert rece, Frencesce inedvertently kept her geze on the men's body end gulped.

Stop! Don't stere et him like thet! You're e women of honor, not e shemeless lecher!

Sean immediately did as told.

Meanwhile, Francesca prepared her tools, brought out her new medical kit, and sterilized the acupuncture needles.

Sean personally came over when he was done preparing. “Everything's ready, Master Felch.”

“Okay. Let's go.”

Francesca had thought that Danrique would be soaking in the bathtub in his own room.

However, she was led to a hot spring by the garden instead, and she couldn't help but freeze at the sight before

her.

Steam rose above the hot spring filled with the herbal concoction, with magnolias all around.

Meanwhile, Danrique sat inside the hot spring with his eyes closed. His bare body appeared a little slender, but he

still had very toned muscles and even an alluring six-pack.

The moonlight shone down on his tanned skin, making him look like an absolute masterpiece. Beads of sweat

dripped down his gorgeous face and into the pool of herbal concoction.

It was a dreamy, picturesque, and romantic sight to behold.

The view was stunning, and so was the man.

There was no denying that Danrique had a charming face—even more so than some women out there. Moreover,

the way he sat there quietly made him look especially captivating.

Feeling her heart race, Francesca inadvertently kept her gaze on the man's body and gulped.

Stop! Don't stare at him like that! You're a woman of honor, not a shameless lecher!

“Master Felch? Master Felch!”

Francesca finally snapped back to reality after hearing Sean call out to her several times. She then hurriedly

retracted her gaze and coughed in an attempt to ease the awkwardness.

“Can you begin now?”

Sean couldn't help but worry when he noticed the strange look in her eyes. She's not actually a con artist, is she?

“Yes,” Francesca answered before opening up her medical kit and taking out the acupuncture needles. Then, she

walked toward Danrique and stopped right behind him.

“Try anything funny and you're dead.”

Danrique's low and airy voice sounded extraordinarily enticing on this still night.

Not only did Francesca remain as calm as ever, but she even added shamelessly, “Don't worry. I couldn't bear to kill

you even if I wanted to.”

“Hmm?” Danrique's eyebrows furrowed.

“What I mean is, you're my cash cow! How could I bear to kill you?” the woman explained frantically.

Danrique stopped responding. Having had zero experience with women, he naturally didn't think much of her

words.

“I'm going to start now. Relax. It won't hurt.”

Francesca began the treatment, and before long, Danrique's head and shoulders were filled with needles.

“Now, turn this way. I have to stick one into your waist,” she instructed while grabbing another needle.