The Holy City, Hospital.


    In the living room, Clementina Orihu brings chicken soup.


    “Are you done with your divorce from Estre Berrocal? I can tell you that I’m not interested in being a third party. ”


    Jerold Rouco gave her a cold look and said, “I’d rather not be caught in the media with my cheating.


    “Hm, that’s the best.”


    Outside the room, there was a knock on the door.


    “Who is it?”


    Julieta Sarinana had just entered the room carrying a thermos when she saw another woman sitting next to Adán Rouco’s bed.


    “Adam, this is…”


    Clementina Orihu stood up politely: “Hello, my name is Clementina Orihu, Adán Rouco’s fiancée”.


    Jerold Rouco’s dark eyes shone for a moment, but he did not speak.


    Juliet Sarinana frowned, amused, “Miss Clementina, you are joking.”


    Clementina Orihu raised an eyebrow and said, nonchntly, “If you don’t believe me, ask him.”


    Juliet Sarinana purses her lips and asks, “Adam, what’s going on here?”.


    “I am divorced from Estre Berrocal and this Miss Clementina, is the person I am going to marry.”


    “…”


    Julieta Sarinana’s hand, which carries the thermos, tightens a little.


    After getting rid of Estre Berrocal, Clementina Orihu appears in the middle of nowhere.


    “Adam, I have prepared your favorite chop soup for you, would you like to try it?”


    “I’ve already eaten.” Jerold Rouco’s response was lukewarm.


    Clementina Orihu grabbed her arms and said condescendingly, “Miss Julieta, if I were you, I wouldn’t have the gall to stay and refuse to leave, I would have the sense to get out of here.”


    “You!” Juliet Sarinana bit her lip, unable to get the rage inside her out, and blushed slightly.


    Clementina Orihu extends her arm in a “go ahead” gesture, giving the order to leave.


    Julieta Sarinana looked at Adán Rouco in the hospital bed, not wanting to speak on his behalf, and her face became even more embarrassed.


    It wasn’t until Juliet Sarinana was released from the hospital that she realized how strange things were.


    The Adán Rouco she knew would not have divorced Estre Berrocal because of a paternity report, and the news had not even appeared in La Ciudad Santa, so how is it possible that Adán Rouco and Estre Berrocal divorced so quickly?


    How can Adam care so much about Estre Berrocal?


    Could it be that the person … right now is not Adam at all?


    Is it … Jerold Rouco?


    …


    Florence, early in the morning.


    Estre Berrocal had gotten up early, intending to go to the nearby supermarket to buy groceries, and had just left the building when she was held at knifepoint by the throat.


    Estre Berrocal’s first reaction was to struggle, but the fierce voice in her ear was a warning, “Don’t move!”.


    “Who are you?”


    Estre Berrocal could not breathe, her whole heart trembled with fear.


    “You don’t need to know who I am! All you need to know is that I’m the one who’se to take your life! Get over there! Get in the car!”


    Estre Berrocal’s face went white with fear as she was forced to move toward the ck car. Just when she thought it was hopeless, the man holding her suddenly screamed in pain and the knife she held against the aorta of her neck fell to the ground, leaving the man subdued on the floor.


    Estre Berrocal turned around to see two strong men holding the masked bandit who had kidnapped her firmly to the ground.


    “Tie it up and give it to Mr. Andreo. ”


    “Miss Star, you are in shock.”


    Estre Berrocal’s brain had malfunctioned and she just shook her head in disbelief as a ck LINCOLN entered the neighborhood.


    Andreo Fanta and Cidro Borja got out of the car and approached Estre Berrocal.


    Andreo Fanta’s eyes were cold and stern as he looked down at the bandits on the ground, “What’s going on?”


    The gori smashed the bandit’s hand with his leather shoe, “Speak! Who sent you?”


    “Yes … it’s Mrs. Monteno’s wife!”


    Indeed, it was Amara Monteno who sent them.


    The bodyguard asked, “Mr. Andreo, what to do with him?”


    With a deep frown, Andreo Fanta bent down, looked at the restrained bandit, and said, “What price did Amara Monteno pay you?”


    “Two, two hundred thousand dors…”


    “I’ll give you three times the price and tell Amara Monteno you’ve done your job.”


    The bandit shuddered and asked, “Really, really?”


    “But if you reveal yourself or dare to lie to me, not only will you not see the money, but you will never see the sun again.”


    The bandit was bloodless with fear, “Yes… yes…. I willplete the mission.”


    When the bandit was released, Andreo Fanta asked affectionately, “Is everything all right?”.


    Lowering his eyes, he saw a fine bloodstain on Estre Berrocal’s neck.


    Raising her hand, her fingers touched it and Estre Berrocal gasped in pain.


    “I’ll take you to the hospital.”


    Estre Berrocal rubbed her neck: “No need to go to the hospital, I guess, I’ll go home and bandage it myself”.


    “I’m notfortable with that.”


    “…”


    Estre Berrocal was stunned for a few seconds.


    Andreo Fanta asked, “What’s wrong, where else is it ufortable?”


    He shook his head, tugged at the corners of his lips and said, “After my father died, Adam was the only one who cared about me like that.”


    Andreo Fanta also froze and then spoke, “I am your family and I will take care of you in the future.”


    With a long arm, Andreo Fanta put his arm around Estre Berrocal’s shoulders and led her to the car.


    …


    The Holy City,te at night.


    Inside the room, Jerold Rouco received a phone call from a number in Florence.


    The first thing that came to his mind was Estre Berrocal.


    When I picked up, a man’s voice was on the other end of the line.


    “President Rouco, you asked me to keep an eye on Miss Estre, who has been very close to a man for the past two days. I have taken photos and emailed them to you.”


    Jerold Rouco, extremely dismissive, hung up the phone and growled, “Adán Rouco is really loyal and protective of his wife.”


    But after a few seconds, Jerold Rouco couldn’t resist opening the email on his cell phone and clicking on it.


    In the photo, the man reaches out and touches Estre Berrocal’s neck and drapes his arm around her shoulders, and the two behave in a way that goes far beyond what is expected of normal friends.


    Inexplicably, Jerold Rouco was a bit irritated.


    I don’t know if it was Adán Rouco’s reaction, or yours.


    A beautiful, deeply furrowed brow.


    Jerold Rouco immediately turned the phone off and even threw it to the side of the couch, but after a minute he retrieved it long enough to call back the same number he had just called.


    “President Rouco, what more do you want?”Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org.


    “Keep an eye on him and report back to me if there’s anything.”


    “Yes.”


    After giving the order, Jerold Rouco always felt strange.


    He was not Adán Rouco, so why would he send someone to watch Estre Berrocal’s every move?


    Moreover, if that woman knew that she now dominates the body of Adán Rouco, she would fly back across a thousand kilometers to try to kill him.


    The more Estre Berrocal has a new love interest now, the better for him.


    As soon as he has a new love, he finds it impossible to return to The Holy City.


    But now, what was this strange mood he was in?


    When he saw the photos, he was surprised to see a hint of resentment toward Adán Rouco.


    …


    In a private hospital in Florence.


    The Italian doctor said in fluent English, “Miss Star is fine and the neck wound has not hurt any arteries, she just needs to apply the medicine regrly and not touch the water until the scabs have formed.”


    Andreo Fanta nodded, “Thank you.”


    When the doctor was in the debridement room, Estre Berrocal sat down and Andreo Fanta, half-kneeling in front of her, asked her with concern, “Does it still hurt?”


    “It doesn’t hurt anymore, Mr. Andreo, thank you, if it wasn’t for you I would probably be dead right now.”


    “No need to thank me, as I said, we are blood rtives and if it wasn’t for me finding you, you wouldn’t be in shock today.”


    Estre Berrocal wrinkled her brow a little in disbelief and asked, “Who the hell is trying to kill me?”


    “It was Amara Monteno, our father’s second wife. She was also the one who sent for you then. Dulcinia, my mother and I have been looking for you and I’m sorry we only found you now.”


    “Dulcinia?”


    “Well, when you were still in your mother’s womb, she called you Dulcinia Fanta. So you were originally named Dulcinia Fanta, and mom wanted us both to be happy all the time.”


    “Dulcinia Fanta …”