Even from afar, Francesca could feel that his patience was running thin, and he was close to exploding

with anger.

For some reason, she felt an urge to go over to his side and help him.

At that very moment, Danrique seemed to have sensed something and turned to look in Francesca's

direction.

The woman turned away reflexively to avoid meeting his eyes.

“Let's go!"

Layla dragged her toward the parking lot.

Along the way, Francesca could feel that something was off. A short distance away, an array of soldiers

were dispatched to block every single exit and entrance surreptitiously.

There were also some bodyguards who were dressed in plain outfits entering the castle and

approaching the conference room that Danrique was in.

“Wait. What is going on?" Francesca stopped in her tracks and asked anxiously, “Is Mr. Adams trying to

threaten Danrique?”

“Probably. Judging by the current situation, I'm afraid Danrique won't be able to leave this place if he

doesn't agree to Mr. Adams' conditions. We have to leave right away to avoid getting into trouble,”

Layla answered in a hushed voice.

“But...”

Knowing what Francesca was thinking, Layla dismissed her idea. “Francesca, listen to me. You're not a

savior. You're too powerless to change anything.”

Francesca lowered her eyes and knew what Layla said made sense. She's right. We're not in the

jungle. I can't do

anything...

Layla patted Francesca's shoulder.

“He'll be fine. Profit is always the aim of power struggles. All the resources of Lindberg Corporation are

now under Danrique's control. No one would dare to touch him. I suppose they're just threatening him

to sign some kind of contract.”

“But Danrique's temper won't allow him to give in. He'll confront Mr. Adams and fight with him head-on.

The battle is unavoidable.” Francesca seemed to have predicted what would happen afterward.

Layla reminded in a serious manner,

“So what if he does? It's none of your business. If you stay, you would have to face such incidents at

any time in the future. You would have to live a terrifying life where you're always on tenterhooks.

Would you be able to accept that?”

Once again, Francesca fell silent.

“That's enough. Stop thinking about it. Let's go.”

Layla dragged Francesca away, and the two of them went to the parking lot. At that moment, a group of

people was surrounding the wealthy woman who had an asthma attack.

One of the noblemen questioned in irritation, “Where's the doctor? How can the doctor not be around

when something as serious as this had happened?”

“We have no idea either. He went in with us just now, but he was gone when we came back out.”

“This is outrageous! How is the hospital still operating?”

“Um...”

“Excuse me! Please make way! The doctor is here.” Layla immediately squeezed into the crowd with

Francesca in tow.

Right away, the aristocrats made way for them to pass.

Francesca performed emergency treatment on the woman without delay while the medical staff

watched in total befuddlement. This isn't our doctor.

Assuming that Francesca was the family doctor of some wealthy family, they didn't stop her from doing

her job.

The woman's condition stabilized soon after Francesca treated her. At this point, everyone around

acknowledged her skills and stopped doubting her.

The ambulance slowly departed, and Francesca looked out the window with complicated emotions

surging within her.

Am I really leaving? That's what I've always dreamed of, but now that I really am leaving, I feel

reluctant. I can't stop thinking ofDanrique.