The Holy City, The Vis of Repulse Bay.


    In the studio, Jerold Rouco sits for a long time in front of hisputer in an ink-blue satin housecoat.


    He is not Adán Rouco and does not know so much about the situation and the financial ins and outs of the Rouco Group, nor is he Adán Rouco, with his sensitivity to figures and finances.


    Jerold Rouco put a hand to his temples to rx his aching eyes and leaned back in his swivel chair with his eyes closed as the studio door clicked open.


    Jerold Rouco opened his eyes and looked out to see Clementina Orihu walking in wearing a revealing ck silk nightgown.


    But Jerold Rouco merely ignored her flirtatious look and asked coldly, “What are you doing here?”


    Clementina Orihu approached him and put her soft arms around his shoulders, hugged him and said in his ear: “Isn’t it obvious? What I want to do, of course I want to do”.


    Jerold Rouco’s brow furrowed and he pulled his hand away and threw it straight out, “I’m not in the mood, get out.”


    Clementina Orihu, a proud woman, could not stand Jerold Rouco’s slights and asked angrily, “Jerold Rouco, tell me honestly, aren’t you good enough?”


    If not, how could he not react to a girl as beautiful as her, who appeared before him dressed like that to tempt him?


    Not even the most basic reaction of respect.


    This was undoubtedly a great blow to the proud Clementina Orihu.


    “Go away, I have things to do.”


    “I just won’t go out!”


    Clementina Orihu took his left hand and removed the in tinum wedding ring from his ring finger, “Did you forget to take it off? I should have thrown it away a long time ago.”Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org.


    “Give it back to me.” Jerold Rouco stood, his dark eyes staring at her with dangerous coldness.


    Clementina Orihu froze, but was not deterred: “Now you are my man, why are you wearing the wedding ring that Estre Berrocal gave you? Not only am I not going to give it back to you, I’m going to throw it away”.


    Clementina Orihu ran to the window and threw the ring out the window.


    Jerold Rouco strides up to her and shoves her, “Who gave you permission to throw my stuff away!”.


    Down in a grassy area, the ring was lying around and could not be seen, even if one had the patience to look for it.


    Clementina Orihu looked coldly, “Are you Jerold Rouco or Adán Rouco, didn’t you say you had no interest in Estre Berrocal? What’s your hurry for me to throw away the ring that Estre Berrocal gave to Adán Rouco?”


    Jerold Rouco’s heart felt an inexplicable surge of anger and he clenched his fists, his dark eyes fixed on Clementina Orihu with a sullen stare, and he gave his expulsion order in a single word: “Get out of my house.”


    “You … Jerold Rouco…”


    “Don’t make me repeat myself!”


    “…. hum.”


    Jerold Rouco’s face was grim and ghastly as his anger overcame him, and Clementina Orihu, after all, did not dare to anger him at all, and looked at him reluctantly before leaving.


    When Clementina Orihu arrived at the studio door, Jerold Rouco again reminded her in a cold voice: “I ask you to leave this vi”.


    Clementina Orihu clenched her fists, her face red and white, “Jerold Rouco traess pelotas!”.


    After Clementina Orihu left, Jerold Rouco felt nothing but a splitting headache and dropped into his book chair.


    He clenched his brow bone, his eyes rested on the screen of his phone for a long while, and after a long while, as if possessed, he opened WhatsApp and tapped on Estre Berrocal’s circle of friends.


    But the other person’s circle of friends shows that non-friends cannot show the dynamics.


    Jerold Rouco frowned and dropped the phone on his desk.


    He looked out the window; outside there was the dull sound of thunder and it seemed to be raining.


    Jerold Rouco worked for a while longer and, no longer in the mood, he took a bath and went to bed, but he tossed and turned, thinking only of Estre Berrocal.


    He sat back and pulled himself together for a moment, sensing that something was too wrong.


    I did not love Estre Berrocal at all, but why was she reacting in such wrong ways.


    Outside it was pouring rain and Jerold Rouco unconsciously remembered the alliance that Clementina Orihu had torn down.


    Three minutester, Jerold Rouco, umbre in hand, crouched on thewn looking for the wedding ring.


    …


    Florence.


    Shortly after 1 a. m., Estre Berrocal felt sick to her stomach, retched and tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.


    He opened his phone and looked at WhatsApp, where messages from Adán Rouco were no longering in.


    Now that she was divorced, she had to decide to nip her feelings for Adán Rouco in the bud.


    Her WhatsApp, her mobile number, everything was deleted on her.


    Suddenly, Esteban Zaragosa sent a message –


    “Adam’s multiple personality disorder, for which there may be a cure, and Lorenzo Rouco’s departure, will bring about a gradual merging of personalities.”


    “Really? That’s great.”


    But after sending this, Estre Berrocal realized she was worrying too much; why was she so excited now that Adam was not her family?


    Esteban Zaragosa, a man of very cold character, did not seem to expect Estre Berrocal to respond so quickly.


    Estre Berrocal asked again curiously, “Adán Rouco’s multiple personality disorder has not been a problem for a long time, why has Dr. Esteban suddenly mentioned it?”


    “I was doing some things in Italy and met with a couple of physician friends who were more knowledgeable in the area of brain-spirit connections.”


    So that’s it…


    Only, with the illness of Adán Rouco, he no longer had the right to interfere.


    “Dr. Esteban, you don’t need to talk to me about Adán Rouco in the future. He and I … are divorced”.


    After that, Estre Berrocal simply unsubscribed from WhatsApp and now no one rted to Adán Rouco can contact her, as she has even changed her cell phone card.


    …


    The next morning, Andreo Fanta and Cidro Borja came to visit.


    Cidro Borja said, “Miss Estre, the results of this gic matching continue to prove that you are from the bloodline of The Fanta family. ”


    Andreo Fanta looked at Estre Berrocal and pursed his lips, “If you still don’t ept it and don’t want toe back to King’s City with me, you can stay in Florence for the time being, you don’t have to worry about your safety, I will send someone to protect you.”


    “It’s not necessary.”


    Cidro Borja thought Estre Berrocal refused to be protected, “Miss Estre, now that Amara Monteno knows of your existence, ording to her vengeful mentality, she will surely turn against you. So…”


    Estre Berrocal looked up with a clear smile and said, “I cane back to Ciudad del Rey with you. ”


    Because, originally, she had also stayed in Florence, just to shelter from the wind and wait for Adán Rouco to pick her up and take her home.


    But now that he has lost Adán Rouco and his home, he is a floating duck without family or friends, and Andreo Fanta’s presence is not only a ray of hope, but a lifeline.


    He had thought about itst night, and going back to King City with Andreo Fanta to identify with his ancestors would have been the best n.


    In addition, he would like to meet his real parents.


    He is also slowly getting used to the fact that Andreo Fanta, the man, is his real brother.


    Andreo Fanta looked at her with deep eyes and finally reached out and took her hand in his, “Dulcinia, I am so d you have epted and agreed toe back to The Fanta Family with me. ”


    Estre Berrocal could feel Andreo Fanta’s hand trembling gently as he held hers.


    I could feel Andreo Fanta’s excitement at finding her.


    “Listen … to Miss Ciri, you … you and Mrs. Vasconcellos have been looking for me all these years?”


    “Yes, we’ve been looking for you and now we’ve finally found you, and Mom will be so happy when youe back to King City. ”


    In the end she felt a little ufortable with the sudden appearance of a blood rtive and simply nodded, “Hmm.”