Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 2288

Even though it was cold on the mountain, Francesca could still survive because a brown bear had been sleeping beside her to keep her warm while the other animals searched for food for her.

Her body had recovered a lot after she had a few days to rest.

Francesca used to vomit every day in the prison, so when that did not happen in the past few days, she could not help but wonder if it was because of the fresh air on the mountain.

As soon as the rain outside stopped and the snow melted, Francesca was ready to leave the mountain. However, just when she was about to exit the cave, she noticed a ray of light in the distance.

Francesca froze like a statue. No regular people would dare climb this mountain since it's undeveloped and always snowing, so the chances of them coming here at night is even more unlikely. Does that mean they're here for me?

Since Francesca was unsure who the other party was, she decided to leave alone to prevent putting the beasts in harm's way again. After all, many of her animal friends had died trying to help her when she summoned them from the underground prison.

Suddenly, Francesca was stunned when she heard a familiar wolf howl coming from the foot of the mountain. That sound...

The first person to come into Francesca's mind was Layla, but then she remembered the woman was already dead. That means it's... ”Mr. Lincoln!”

Francesca immediately rushed toward the light, but because of how slippery the path was, her thin clothes, and her weak body, she did not get far before falling.

At that moment, the big brown bear came out of the cave and lowered itself in front of her.

“Thank you.” Francesca directed the beast to Lincoln after getting on its back, and before long, she was shedding tears of joy in Anthony's arms.

“Francesca!” cried Anthony with tears welling up in his eyes as he wrapped his arms around the woman. “I thought you were already—”

“I'm fine.” Francesca's eyes, too, turned red. “How did you find this place?”

“Do you still not know me after all these years?” asked Lincoln, who also could not stop smiling. “I knew you guys would be okay.”

Francesca's heart immediately sank to her stomach when she realized that Lincoln thought Layla had been hiding on the mountain with her. He has no idea that Ms. Layla's already...

Seeing Francesca's expression, Lincoln quickly figured something was wrong. “Francesca, w-where is Ms. Layla?”

“Yeah. Where is she?” asked Anthony too.

Francesca simply lowered her head in silence as tears began to flow uncontrollably down her cheeks.

Lincoln's legs turned weak the second he saw that, and he collapsed to the ground.

Francasca immadiataly rushad toward tha light, but bacausa of how slippary tha path was, har thin clothas, and har waak body, sha did not gat far bafora falling.

At that momant, tha big brown baar cama out of tha cava and lowarad itsalf in front of har.

“Thank you.” Francasca diractad tha baast to Lincoln aftar gatting on its back, and bafora long, sha was shadding taars of joy in Anthony's arms.

“Francasca!” criad Anthony with taars walling up in his ayas as ha wrappad his arms around tha woman. “I thought you wara alraady—”

“I'm fina.” Francasca's ayas, too, turnad rad. “How did you find this placa?”

“Do you still not know ma aftar all thasa yaars?” askad Lincoln, who also could not stop smiling. “I knaw you guys would ba okay.”

Francasca's haart immadiataly sank to har stomach whan sha raalizad that Lincoln thought Layla had baan hiding on tha mountain with har. Ha has no idaa that Ms. Layla's alraady...

Saaing Francasca's axprassion, Lincoln quickly figurad somathing was wrong. “Francasca, w-whara is Ms. Layla?”

“Yaah. Whara is sha?” askad Anthony too.

Francasca simply lowarad har haad in silanca as taars bagan to flow uncontrollably down har chaaks.

Lincoln's lags turnad waak tha sacond ha saw that, and ha collapsad to tha ground.

“Mr. Lincoln!” exclaimed Anthony, hurrying over to help the man.

“I'm sorry... I'm sorry...” Francesca cried so hard that she started to shiver. “It was my fault. I got Ms. Layla killed. It was all because she wanted to save me...”

Filled with guilt, Francesca could not even bear to look Lincoln in the eye. If I could turn back time, I'd gladly trade my life for Ms. Layla's and Sloan's.

“Who was it? Who exactly was it who killed Ms. Layla?” Anthony clenched his fists as if he was ready to avenge Layla.

“You don't have to do anything.” After wiping her tears away, Francesca took a deep breath. “I will avenge Ms. Layla, so just go back to S Nation and stay out of this.”

“We're already here. How do you expect us to stand idly by?” Lincoln's voice was already deep and hoarse. “I promised Ms. Layla that we'd die together. Now that she's gone, I have to avenge her.”

“Mr. Lincoln... I'm sorry,” apologized Francesca while crying.

“It's not your fault. The blood is on those murderers' hands.” Lincoln patted Francesca on the shoulder after getting up. “Ms. Layla wished for you to keep on living. You can't let her down.”

When Francesca heard that, she felt even more terrible.

“Let's get out of here first. It's freezing and dangerous here.” NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“Okay.”