Deep love: insatiable lover

Brisa frowned, her thick eyelashes fluttering a couple of times before she finally opened her eyes slowly. She looked around in a daze, and it wasn’t until she saw Roberto that she remembered the night before with a jolt.

She sat propped up in bed, her face unusually pale from the headache.

-Where is this?

-Where I live.

Roberto sat on the single sofa, his long, slender legs elegantly bent and his long, slender fingers holding a clear glass. And in the glass was a scarlet liquid with a slightly honeyed aroma.

It was the best of the red wines.

Brisa looked down at herself and realised that she was still dressed in her own clothes.

Nothing seemed out of place, apart from an unusual headache.

It seemed that Roberto was still a decent man.

Brisa gradually relaxed and began to show her arrogance again. She looked at Roberto with displeasure and ordered him indifferently:

-I’m hungry and I want to eat.

Roberto laughed lightly and sipped the wine from his glass.

-Good. There’s a change of clothes in the bathroom, so you can go take a shower.

Brisa did not thank him, seeming to take Roberto’s services for granted.

He lifted the sheets and got out of bed, but his legs gave way and he almost fell.

-What’s going on?

Brisa frowned in confusion, wondering what was going on.

-Don’t you remember? When you got drunk you insisted on riding your bike and I didn’t dare let you fool around, so I took you on it. It’s probably the after-effects of too long a journey, take a rest for a day.

Brisa scrutinised Roberto, thought no more about it and went straight to the bathroom.

Heh.

Roberto curved his lips in silent laughter.

“So when would the dam find out?”

With mischievous anticipation, Roberto left in good humour.

SJ Group.

-Have you heard?

Dylan’s hand rested on his desk, his eyes cold as he asked.

-Checked all the previous bars, no useful information,” Mateo frowned and said:

-He must have been deliberately erased, so he must have taken Brisa.

-There can’t be any clues, keep looking.

-I’ll have someone look for him,” said Mateo.

-How much longer at Grupo Moya?

-It is time to close the net.

-Then close it.

When he was finished with the Moya family, he would go to see Vanessa, and now that he was aware of her feelings, he would naturally have to do everything possible to make Vanessa fall in love with him as well.

That would be fair, wouldn’t it?

The situation is already in the heat of the moment.

The Moya Group.

-You bastard!

Orlando swept the papers off his desk in annoyance, scattering several documents on the floor. Unrelieved, he angrily lifted his foot again and kicked the desk, which nearly fell over from the kick.

-Ah! Damn it!

Hissing with rage, Orlando had a bruised forehead and an extraordinarily grim expression.

Without saying anything, Juan bowed his head and stood in the doorway.

A few moments passed before Orlando suppressed his anger and looked at him:

-Get ready, we’ll go first.

-Now?

-Do we have to wait for them to come to our door?

-Yes, I will be there.

John nodded hurriedly and turned to leave.

He enters his office and quickly pulls out his phone and sends a text message before deleting it from his phone before starting work without saying anything.

Moya family.

-How is the company doing these days?

Jaime, who was asked, froze for a moment and said with a hard look on his face:

-Our people can’t even interfere with the company at the moment, everything is controlled by Mr. Orlando. I have asked before and nothing of value has come out.

-What do you mean by that? -Gerardo said angrily, and Jaime ducked his head, not knowing what to answer.

-Call him and tell him to come back,” said Gerardo in a commanding tone.

-Yes, I’ll call right away.

Jaime said and turned to the phone, only for Orlando not to answer. He called several times and by the end of the day the phone was simply switched off on the other end.

-What’s going on?

Gerardo kept an eye on Jaime and asked him when he saw the strange expression on his face.

-Mr. Orlando is probably busy. Why don’t I try to call back later? -said Jaime hesitantly.

-I’ll call you!

Gerard blushed even more, and when he finished but saw no movement from Jaime, his brow furrowed and he asked:

-What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you to give me the phone?

-I will do it. You don’t have to worry, I’ll get in touch with Mr. Orlando.

-I said give me the phone.

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Helpless, Jaime had no choice but to pick up the phone.

-How dare you turn off the phone? How dare you turn off the phone?

Gerardo’s face twisted in anger as he stared incredulously at the phone. Looking up, his sharp gaze was fixed squarely on Jaime and he asked:

-Didn’t you say that probably that ungrateful grandson was busy and that’s why he didn’t answer the phone? Why is the phone switched off? Are you also with that ungrateful grandson?

-I don’t want to make you angry. Since you got sick last time, your health has deteriorated a lot. I’m worried that your health will get worse in the heat of the moment, that’s why….

-Prepare the car immediately, I want to go to the office.

-Now?

Jaime looked hesitantly at Gerardo, wanting to persuade him a little more. But when he met Gerardo’s sombre gaze, he suddenly swallowed all his words.

-Yes, I’ll have someone prepare it right away.

On the one hand, Jaime was hurrying to prepare a car to take Gerardo to Grupo Moya, while on the other hand, Orlando had already left Grupo Moya, but Juan, his secretary, was not with him and had stayed behind in Grupo Moya.

Standing by the bed, watching Orlando’s car drive off, Juan clenched and unclenched his hands.

He took a deep breath, pulled out his mobile phone and dialled a number.

-The Moya Group is just an empty shell now, so even if it sinks, it won’t hurt Orlando. But it won’t get anything out of it either, I’ve done what you told me to do. Okay, I get it.

John hung up the phone and stared at his desk for a long time.

One hour later.

The two cars stopped in front of the Grupo Moya building and Jaime got out first, then hurried to open the door and wait for Gerardo to get out.

After a serious illness, Gerardo had to use a cane to get out of the house and was not as imposing as before.

It had been a long time since he had been to Grupo Moya and Gerardo stood in the doorway for a while. He looked at the Grupo Moya building and felt a strong resentment that he had worked so hard to bring it to where it was today.

It was clear that he had worked hard to build the company, but in the end he had to give up his position to someone else.

-Sir?

Seeing that he kept looking and didn’t come in, Jaime couldn’t help but speak up to remind him.

Gerardo came to his senses and said.

-Let’s go.

The group entered the Grupo Moya building.

The receptionist saw Gerardo and immediately stepped forward, bowing respectfully.

-Mr. Gerardo.