Danrique ced Francesca into the car and said politely to Justin, who hade forward to stop him, “Francesca is my woman,


    General Jablonski. | will not hurt her.”


    “As | was the one who had brought her to Xendale, | am responsible for her safety,” Justin protested firmly.


    Danrique''s gaze was steely. “She will be safe with me. You are wee to visit the Lindberg residence if you''re not assured.”


    “Uh...”


    Justin hesitated. He wanted to protect Francesca, not ruin her marriage; she had once dered that Danrique was the man she


    loved.


    Atst, he relented. “I will hold you ountable if anything happens to her.”


    Danrique did not reply but sank into a bow before bringing Francesca away.


    “Francesca...”


    Anthony was about to run after her when Sean gestured him toward another car.


    Danrique''s men departed with Lincoln''s remains.


    Francesca felt her head splitting open as if it was about to explode when she finally regained consciousness.


    shes of La and Lincoln meeting their end yed over and over again in her mind''s eye. Each one felt like a knife piercing


    her.


    “Ms. Felch. Ms. Felch!”


    Regaining herposure at the cries of concern, Francesca opened her eyes in a daze and was instinctively disconcerted by


    Norah''s kind face looming over hers.


    It felt as if time had stood still several months before the tragedies struck.


    Norah wiped the beads of sweat off her forehead and asked tenderly, “You''ve been talking in your sleep. Did you have a


    nightmare? Don''t be scared. Everything is all right now.”


    Francesca rubbed her eyes. “How long have | been out for?”


    Norah helped her up and propped a pillow behind her lower back. “A whole day and night. Mr. Lindberg brought you homest


    night, and it''s currently the second night.”


    “Where is Danrique?” Francesca asked instinctively.


    “Mr. Lindberg is not home yet,” Norah replied softly. “Many things happened today, and Mr. Lindberg has been out since this


    morning dealing with them.”


    Francesca clutched her head to recall the events of the night before.


    Mr. Lincoln is dead. He had been shot dead before my eyes. Was it a nightmare, or did that really happen?


    As realization dawned upon her, she realized it had all happened for real.


    Mr. Lincoln is really dead. The president had released him and told him that he and Danrique had reconciled. Enraged, Mr.


    Lincoln became consumed by the thought of killing the president and his wife to avenge Ms. La. As soon as he was uncuffed,


    he grabbed the guard''s gun and fired at the president''s car without stopping. However, he had only killed the firstdy as the


    president was in another vehicle.


    “Let me in! Francesca!” Anthony''s voice sounded outside.Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    Francesca quickly had Norah open the door, who ced a jacket on Francesca''s shoulders before letting him in.


    “Let''s go, Francesca,” Anthony said upon dashing in. “Let''s get out of here.”


    “What happened?” Francesca gazed at him, bewildered.


    “Danrique reconciled with the president,” Anthony spat. “The two of them held a press conference this afternoon to exin to the


    reporters that everything that had happened was a misunderstanding and banned all news regarding the matter. Look, we can''t


    find anything about it.”


    As he spoke, Anthony handed her his phone.


    Francesca received his phone and conducted an online search. True enough, all news regarding the firstdy, her, Avery and


    Chrono, and the firstdy''s scandal had been wiped clean.


    Not a trace of evidence could be found as if it had never happened.


    Francesca gaped at the phone, then gazed up at the clock on the wall. The date and time were correct.


    Ms. La and Mr. Lincoln''s deaths were real, and so were Sloan''s, Morty''s, and Zolt''s. Everything was real.