Chapter 1841
Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort
Chapter 1841 Could It Be Me H City was a place Francesca knew like the back of her hand.
The first city she had gone to after going down the mountain had been H City.
Although she had lost most of her memories from the explosion, a sense of familiarity still washed over her when she went back to H City.
Still, that did not mean she could recall most of her memories.
Once they were out of the airport, Francesca and Anthony took a cab to the hotel.Anthony then pointed at the infrastructure outside and said to Francesca, âFrancesca, look. Thatâs Storm Hotelâthe place weâll be staying at tonight. You liked this hotel in the past. Although itâs in the middle of the city, itâs the eye of the storm, and it has convenient transportation systems nearby. The tallest building over there is the Nacht familyâs Divine Corporation. I heard that itâs the first branch company that Zachary Nacht established in Zarainâs market. It specializes in technology, and itâs quite impressive. The white building opposite it is the Windt Corporationâs office. Although itâs not as almighty as Divine Corporation, itâs still quite famous. The CEO of Windt Corporation, Richard Nacht, is the richest man in H City. Back when the medical school rejected your admission, he was the one who told them to take you in. Do you still remember that?â
Francesca could vaguely recall a little about those things, but none of those memories were in detail.
âRichardâs a good man, and he has done many good things in his life,â the driver chimed in.
âHe has donated to childrenâs homes and nursing homes, and he even funded the construction of various schools.
As a matter of fact, my nephew is working as a security guard in his company. Oh, right. Itâs his daughterâs engagement today. The ceremony is grand, and my nephew even went to the event to help out.â
âIs that so? Thatâs good to hear.â
Anthony recalled Francescaâs benefactor, Richard, well. He then smiled and said to her, âFrancesca, why donât we send him a congratulatory gift?â
âLetâs not.â Francesca shook her head.
âMaybe he doesnât even remember us. Letâs not disrupt the ceremony abruptly.â
âTrue.â Anthony nodded. He then asked, âWhose son is she marrying?â
âThe Sterling familyâs son,â the driver replied. âI heard that the families are of equal status, and the two of them are really good childhood friends.â
âIâm enviousâ¦â
Anthony then hooked his arm around Francescaâs shoulders and teased, âFrancesca, when are we going to get married too?â
Like Francesca, Anthony was a genius orphanâhe could pick up any skills after one more try.
At that moment, he held two PhDs in business management and economics. Although he had a company to run, he was also managing the charity for Francesca.
He had a baby face, but he was handsome as well. Moreover, his eyes were bright, and he always gave others a feeling that he was an extroverted, cheerful person.
âDid you lose your marbles?â Francesca glared at him.
âWeâre good friends. How can we possibly get married?â
âUmâ¦â Anthony was evidently disappointed, but in the next second, he began laughing boisterously.
âRight. You havenât matured enough yet.â
Francesca ignored him and continued messaging William. William and the others were only going to reach at night, but it was only four in the evening. Therefore, Francesca still had a few hours more to spare.
âFrancesca, why donât I meet Danrique on your behalf? Iâll tell him that the necklace is ours, and Iâll ask him to return it to me,â Anthony suggested . âHeâs the CEO of Lindberg Corporation. Iâm sure heâs a reasonable man who wonât forcefully hold onto someone elseâs belongings.â
âThe thing is that the necklace is the keepsake he gave to his first girlfriend. Itâs special to him,â Francesca replied, frowning.
âBut that doesnât make sense. That necklace is clearly mine, so how can that be a keepsake between him and his first girlfriend?â
Could it be that he has made a mistake, or could it be that Iâve forgotten something? If he hasnât made a mistake, then⦠Iâm his first girlfriend? What?q