In the room, after Jerold Rouco hung up the phone, Clementina Orihu entered with her bodyguard carrying a nutritional soup.


    “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you? That Adam Rouco wouldn’t even let me near your body, and even with a whole circle of hypnotists and psychologists I couldn’t do anything against him! But now it’s good that you’reing out again, and … now that Estre Berrocal is far away, in Florence, we are even less of a threat!”


    Jerold Rouco grabbed his phone and halfy down on his hospital bed, his face cold and expressionless: “I want to be alone for a while.


    Clementina Orihu, who has always been ady, doesn’t let herself be called at will and frowns: “Hey! You asked me toe here! What do you mean, Jerold Rouco? You haven’t suddenly changed your mind and don’t want to divorce Estre Berrocal again, have you?”


    Jerold Rouco looked up, his cold eyes fixed on her, his thin lips spat two insensitive words….


    “Out.


    “You! Don’t forget! I saved you in the first ce! If it weren’t for me! Would you have floated away? You would have been imprisoned by Adam Rouco for the rest of your life, I’m afraid!”


    “You are too noisy, get out.” Jerold Rouco’s voice was colder.


    Alfonso Calvillo, the bodyguard following Clementina Orihu, stepped forward from behind: “Don’t talk to ourdy! If ourdy had not saved you at sea, you would already be dead.”


    Jerold Rouco paid no attention.


    Clementina Orihu gritted her teeth and held her breath: “Forget it, for the sake of your injury, I won’t bother with you. But I’m telling you, you’re my man. Alfonso Calvillo,e on.


    Alfonso Calvillo gave a fierce look to the expressionless Jerold Rouco and turned to follow Clementina Orihu out of the room.


    The phone rang again and the caller ID was Estre Berrocal.


    Jerold Rouco picked up, “If it’s to say something redemptive…”


    Before the words came out of his mouth, Estre Berrocal, who was there, cried andughed: “Adán Rouco, I promise you a divorce. I will make it up to you, now … Are you happy?”


    She seemed a little drunk.


    Jerold Rouco didn’t have to ask to guess that Estre Berrocal must have been getting drunk at the time.


    However, when he heard the answer he desired, his heart thudded violently.


    He raised a hand to cover his chest area and his brow furrowed.


    Was it Adán Rouco who sensed it?


    …


    Florence, in a bar on the street.


    Estre Berrocal sits by the floor-to-ceiling window, drinking the strongest wine and tasting the most heartbreaking spices.


    It was dark outside, and the street lights were spilling out, the stars were beautiful, but right now, she was not in the mood to enjoy the beautiful wine.


    She lifted her ss, swirling the sweet, clear, but strong cocktail it contained. The cocktail, which had been brightly colored and beautifullyyered, became a murky mess as it swirled and melted, and she copsed on the table, cocking her head to one side and staring at him, smiling bitterly as tears slowly welled at the corners of her eyes.


    “It’s all gone … Adam is gone… Paulita is gone too … Why is this …. …”


    After the death of his father, he thought he had lost his only family, but three yearster he returned from France and God gave him an unexpected surprise.


    So the lovely Paulita, who turned out to be the daughter of her surrogate at the time, thought herself lucky because at the same time she fell in love with the father of her child and formed a happy family that was the envy of others.


    But … in the blink of an eye, how did all this beauty, this happiness, suddenly disappear?


    Adán Rouco was so intent on divorcing her that she was far from worthy in the eyes of the Rouco family and the Rouco Group.


    …


    A ck LINCOLN is parked on the corner of a dark night street in Florence.


    “Mr. Andreo, is it really possible that the girl you met on the ne is ourdy? Could it be that you were in too much of a hurry to find the youngdy and misidentified her?”


    Andreo Fanta half leaned back on the leather sofa of the car seat, closed his eyes, remembered the girl who had sat next to him on the ne crying a few days earlier and spoke slowly, “No, she looks like her mother when she was young.”


    “So, are we going to go see her now? She probably doesn’t know us, would it be too rough to go like this?”


    Andreo Fanta opened his eyes and said, “Think of it as a chance encounter.”


    When he met her on the ne that day, Andreo Fanta put a miniature tracker in her bag.


    The assistant, Cidro Borja, got out of the car and went to the back to open the door for Andreo Fanta.


    Andreo Fanta got out of the car and headed straight for the bar down the street.


    Whether it is or not, a DNA test will tell you.


    …


    Estre Berrocal got very drunk and cried for a long time on the table.


    A middle-aged man approached her and grabbed her shoulder with his huge, rough hand. Estre Berrocal was annoyed and pped it away without looking back.


    “Go…”


    The man ignored her and continued to tease her, saying nasty things to her, “Miss, so lonely, why don’t you have a night of fun with me and I’ll blow you up into the clouds.”


    Estre Berrocal took a big gulp of wine to her mouth and turned her head to spray it directly in the man’s face, “Get out of here!”.


    Angrily, the man wiped his face and cursed, “Shit! Bitch!”


    He was about to grab Estre Berrocal’s hair when her wrist was intercepted in mid-air by arge, strong hand.


    The man turned around to re at the man who had spoiled his day, and Cidro Borja snapped his wrist at once and told the man in a middle voice, “Get out!”


    The man screams in pain, grabs his dislocated hand and runs away in a hurry.


    Estre Berrocal looked at Cidro Borja and cried even more, going straight into Cidro Borja’s arms, “Adam… it’s you…. I knew you woulde to Florence to find me …. Adam… don’t divorce me ok…”


    Cidro Borja was terrified and had nowhere to put his hands, “Mr. Andreo, this … this …dy seems to be drunk…. …”


    Andreo Fanta instructed, “Put it in the car.”


    “Yes, Mr. Andreo.”


    For a short distance, Estre Berrocal grabbed and hit Cidro Borja, who was defenseless, but did not dare to resist.


    After all, this could well be the seconddy of the Fanta family!


    Barely, Estre Berrocal slumped into the leather seat in the back, suddenly in a warm andfortable ce, she cowered like a kitten and murmured, as the tears continued to flow, staining the leather seat.


    Andreo Fanta sat down next to her and reached out arge hand to hold her head on his shoulder so that she could leanfortably against him.


    As soon as Estre Berrocal touched the broad shoulders and warm chest, she unconsciously thought that the man beside her was the one she had longed for.


    She clung to Andreo Fanta’s neck and cried, “I know I shouldn’t me you … I shouldn’t hate you … but I love you so much …. … how can you say divorce when you say divorce….. Adam Rouco… I miss you so much… I think when I’m sitting… when I’m lying down… when I’m asleep … why didn’t youe to Florence to take me home … Why didn’t youe…”


    Getting no response, he shook the man’s neck hard.


    He made a gesture of bitterness and muttered, “Mouths of men, cheating ghosts … they’re all cheats! You’re all big liars!”


    Cidro Borja looked in the rearview mirror, wiping his sweat.


    Andreo Fanta, however, spoke with unusual calm: “Find out all his identities and that Adam Rouco he’s talking about. ”


    “Yes, Mr. Andreo. But Mr. Andreo, are we going to take her back now?”C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org.


    “Go ahead, make a gic match.”