Demario Alejandro stood there and refused to bow his head, forcing him to apologize to a small employee in front of so manypany employees, which humiliated him!


    Seeing her motionless, Huberto Carnero frowned and shouted, “Ask thedy’s pardon”.


    Demario Alejandro gritted his teeth, blushed a little and, as Estre Berrocal was Adán Rouco’s wife, he had to bend down and apologize to her, with his head down, his eyes on the floor and a resigned tone: “Mrs. Rouco, I’m sorry, yesterday was my fault.”


    Adam Rouco narrowed his dark eyes, from which emanated a dangerously sharp darkness, and asked slyly in turn, “Sorry for what? What did you do wrong?”


    Demario Alejandro gritted his teeth, both hands hanging down his pant legs, clenched and clenched.


    This Adán Rouco, what a bully!


    It was not unusual in the industry to ask a saleswoman to entertain, and who had told Estre Berrocal toe to work without telling her identity?


    Demario Alejandro took a deep breath, not wanting to admit his mistake but having to duck his head, “I shouldn’t have asked Mrs…”.


    Adam Rouco’s brow furrowed: President Berto of the Fadaisui Group?


    The guy who took advantage of Estre Berrocal, the guy from the Fadaisui Group?


    Adán Rouco recalled.


    Estre Berrocal was a little ufortable that Demario Alejandro, who had been her superior, was now quietly apologizing to her, and the little woman reached out and tugged on Adán Rouco’s sleeve, as a sign that he was ready.


    Only then did Adán Rouco relent, pursing his thin lips and saying, “It is your own business skills that you should reflect on when you ce the sess of your business entirely on the shoulders of your female subordinates.”


    Demario Alejandro’s face turned blue with anger, but he dared not say a word.


    Huberto Carnero nodded to the side, “President Rouco, don’t worry, I’ll give him a good lesson, don’t be angry with him, why don’t I organize a party tonight, President Rouco will be kind enough to entertain you and Mrs.”


    “No need.”


    Adán Rouco, always indifferent, would not be willing to do so, and it was a shame to waste a good part of his evening on such a boring dinner.


    “But my wife has been working in thepany for half a month, and I have learned from the manager Clodoveo that my wife is not receiving her sry? President Huberto, is that so?


    Huberto Carnero shuddered; Adán Rouco’s words were a real threat.


    Mrs. Rouco has been working at Prosper for half a month and has to be paid every penny. I will ask the treasurer to send Mrs. Rouco.


    Huberto Carnero asked his assistant to go ask the treasurer to send him the money, and in a few moments the treasurer brought it.


    Estre Berrocal took the envelope, a wad of bills.


    “Mrs. Rouco, do you want to count it?”.


    Estre Berrocal didn’t think much about it and nodded: “Yes, I’ll tell.


    Huberto Carnero: “…”


    Adán Rouco is short of money, thest thing Adán Rouco needs is money!


    When Adán Rouco had asked him for the two thousand dors, he had felt strange that Adán Rouco woulde to his door for two thousand dors, Adán Rouco’s time was money, every minute was expensive, how much money would he lose if he spent an hour here with Mrs. for a mere two thousand dors?


    It is incredible …


    Adán Rouco looked at Estre Berrocal as she counted the money, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, his big hand went around her waist and he whispered in her ear, “If you get like this, people will think I don’t give you money to spend in general.”


    “…”


    Estre Berrocal coughed slightly, a little embarrassed, and did not finish counting, putting the money back in the envelope.


    No more counting, no more counting, shame on Adán Rouco.


    Huberto Carnero was able to bid farewell to Adán Rouco with a long sigh of relief as he watched them leave.


    “Good thing Adán Rouco didn’t go on with the affair, that Estre Berrocal, who is actually his wife, is unheard of!


    Demario Alejandro looked reluctantly at the faded back of the Maybach and said, “President Huberto, although Adán Rouco may be powerful, he does not have the same contacts as you in S. What are we afraid of?”


    Huberto Carnero gave him a cold sidelong nce, “You underestimate Adán Rouco too much, if he wanted to face you today, he would have yed a casual game in secret and we would have closed this venture!”


    …


    In Maybach, Estre Berrocal looked at Adán Rouco sitting next to her, a man who looked good from all angles, in fact handsome enough to feel good about himself….


    The woman from the Prosperity Company said something about him, and her face warmed slightly.


    Adam Rouco felt a hot gaze on her and turned his head coolly to look at her, “I don’t guarantee I’ll get a hard-on if you keep looking at me like that.”


    “…”


    Estre Berrocal’s little face suddenly flushed red, red to the point of dripping blood, fiery red to red.


    She had done nothing but stare, and could she look at him like that?


    Adán Rouco teased her, with a somewhat pleasant humor, his voice hoarse and low: “Come here.”N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    Estre Berrocal didn’t move, thinking she was still in the car, and muttered, “What’s wrong?”


    Herck of cooperation caused Adam Rouco’s brow to furrow slightly, so he reached out and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her.


    The way he had helped her a moment ago was very nice.


    In fact, wanting to hug him just now, Estre Berrocal patted him with her little hand and said, “I’ve heard those fellows say before that you were handsome … handsome enough for people to close their legs.”


    Adam Rouco’s thin lips curved into a somewhat sinister smile, and he pressed his ear against hers, whispering, “I don’t know if they’re pretty or not, but I’ll make you pretty…”


    “…”


    Estre Berrocal’s little face fluttered up to her neck in a sh of red.


    This man, driving in broad daylight!


    Seeing the scarlet color of the little woman’s face, Adán Rouco felt in a better mood, and the mncholy that had been building up for thest half month finally cleared.


    …


    When they returned to Estre Berrocal’s house, she asked him what to eat and Adán Rouco said nothing.


    She thought he hadn’t heard her and was about to repeat the question when her hand was taken by the man’srge hand.


    Suddenly, the man pulled a diamond ring out of his trench coat pocket and put it on his ring finger.


    Estre Berrocal remembered that diamond ring, which she had left in The Vis of Repulse Bay when she left The Holy City.


    Adam Rouco took her small hand and gently brushed his fingers over the ring finger where she wore the ring, his thin lips lowered to press against her soft lips, andmanded in a muffled voice, “Take it off again, and I will not forgive you.”


    Estre Berrocal’s eyes warmed slightly and she looked at the diamond ring, sniffled and threw her hands around his neck, lifting her face to kiss him, “Adam, I never want to leave you again.”


    Adán Rouco grabbed her by the nape of her neck and deepened the kiss, taking in the sweetness of the little woman’s mouth, attacking her with a kiss that made Estre Berrocal lean back in his arms, her face flushed.


    Adán Rouco held his calm, chaotic breath for a good while before Estre Berrocal heard a male voice, low and lusty, over his head. “Put married on your resume, so it won’t ur to anyone who doesn’t know what to do with you.”


    Estre Berrocal smiled at hismanding tone and lifted her face, waving her diamond ring before his eyes. “With this, no one will hit on me.”


    Adam Rouco’s dark eyes deepened and softened as he took her hand between his and kissed the ring and her delicate white fingers.


    Estre Berrocal asked, “Adam, when are we going back to La Ciudad Santa?”.


    “Why, do you want to stay in S for a few more days?”.


    Estre Berrocal shook her head, “No, let’se back tomorrow, I’m afraid I’m going to stop you from working.”


    “You’ve been holding up my work for a long time, not a day or two.”


    Estre Berrocal felt aggrieved: “Didn’t I?”.


    Adam Rouco pursed his lips and looked at her, his handsome face ckening, “I’ve been spending all my time looking for you for half a month, do you think you’re annoying?”


    “…”


    Estre Berrocal brushed her lips, but her heart burst with joy as she hugged him dryly and softly, “Well … I’m sorry.”


    “Promise me that when you return to The Holy City, don’t let anyone influence your heart, I am yours and no one can take that away from you.”


    Hearing Adán Rouco’s voice so firm and deep, Estre Berrocal’s heart tips twitched, sinking lower and lower, and the corners of her lips couldn’t help but escape in a smile. “Adán, you really like me, don’t you?”


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