[Point in time: time travels back more than twenty years, at this point in the timeline with three-year-old Paulita as coordinates].


    Rumble.


    Above the Holy City, the sky was shing with summer thunder and torrential rain.


    It was only 5 p. m. and the night was alreadypletely dark.


    Inside La familia Rouco, three-year-old Paulita, covering her little ears and carrying her two short legs, ran into the studio, where udio’s little body bumped into her father Adam Rouco’s long legs and she almost fell.


    “Papa! It’s thundering, blowing and raining outside.”


    Paulita’s two little arms wrapped around one of Adam Rouco’s thighs, her dark eyes gazing up at the dark, stormy sky.


    Adam Rouco bends down to pick up his daughter and gently reassures her, “Don’t worry, you have Daddy.”


    Paulita threw her arms around Adam Rouco’s neck and said, “Daddy, the big trees have fallen outside, and that big thunder, is it going toe into the house?”


    Adam Rouco was amused by his daughter, “The house is equipped with instors and lightning rods, so the lightning doesn’t strike, Paulita is not afraid.”


    Paulita bit her little hand and nodded her chin thoughtfully, “Mmm!”.


    There was a gust of wind outside.


    Adam Rouco, carrying his daughter downstairs, asked, “Where’s Estre?”


    Paulita said, “Estre was on the phone with Aunt Mica, who kept crying on the phone, not knowing what was going on.”


    Adam Rouco frowned a little, had Mica had a fight with Nico?


    Adam Rouco and Paulita had just arrived downstairs when Estre Berrocal and Mica had finished their phone call.


    Adam Rouco asks, “What happened with Mica?”


    Estre Berrocal looked up at the sky and worried, “Mica said she wasing to our house and that you were the only one who could save her, she didn’t say exactly what it was, she sounded panicky and anxious, did she call you?”


    “My phone was just taken by Paulita to y a game? Paulita, did you just get a call?”


    Paulita passed the phone to Adam Rouco and said in a milky voice, “There’s a call, but I can’t read yet and I don’t know who it is, so look for yourself, Dad.”


    And yes, how can a three-year-old know how to read.


    Adam Rouco turned on his phone and looked at the missed call; it was indeed Mica.


    Estre Berrocal frowned and asked, “Could there be something wrong between Mica and Nico?”.


    Adam Rouco asks, “Where is Mica now?”


    “Call me on the way, but it’s good not to have any idents with all the storm outside.”


    Adam Rouco was about to say something when Nico’s call came in.


    Adam Rouco picks up.


    On the other end of the phone, Nico’s voice was cold to the bone, “Is Mica at your house?”.


    Mica’s second agency is the Rouco Group, which is her boss, and Mica has always had a good rtionship with Adam Rouco.


    And what Nico is going to do is something that only Adam Rouco would dare to interject into the whole of La Ciudad Santa.


    So it makes sense that Nico would guess that Mica would go to Adam Rouco to hide.


    Adam Rouco frowned, unhappy with Nico’s cold interrogation, and said, “Mica is not at my house, you ate a bomb today, you are very angry.”


    Over the phone, Nico said, word for word, “Adam Rouco, I’m telling you straight up, if you really think we are brothers and good friends, stay out of my business with Mica. ”


    After saying that, the other side got nervous and hung up right away.


    On Nico’s side, the sound of the storm could also be heard.


    Estre Berrocal asked, “What did Nico say?”


    “Warn me to stay out of his business with Mica. ”


    Estre Berrocal hesitated, “So are we still going to help Mica or not?”


    Adam Rouco pursed his lips and said quietly, “Help, if Mica asks for it.”


    Estre Berrocal nodded, foreseeing a storm brewing between Nico and Mica.


    …


    On the viaduct where it was pouring rain, Mica stepped on the elerator like crazy.


    Her white Porsche was followed by several dazzlingly colored sports cars, which were in hot pursuit.


    Mica’s fingers tremble as she grips the steering wheel …


    If she is overtaken by the car behind, all her hopes and feelings will go up in mes.


    Tears, rolling down her eyes.


    Throttle full throttle.


    Several ck sports cars followed by a limited edition ck Bentley.


    In the back seat of the ck Bentley sits a handsome man with a cold, stern face.


    Deputy Campoverde looked out the car window at the huge rain and became a little worried, asking, “Mr. Nico, should we keep chasing? It’s raining too hard, ma’am if we keep driving like this, in case something happens…”


    Nico’s dark eyes lifted slightly, cold and resolute in the background, “Keep chasing.


    Florence’s life, he must save it.


    Mica had been driving for who knows how long, until her body was numb and icy, when four shy colored sports cars appeared from behind her, two of which rushed in front of her car and stopped her directly.


    Mica mmed on the brakes, hitting her head on the steering wheel and instantly hitting her head.


    Her forehead, hot and painful, but at this moment, she couldn’t care less about that pain.


    Four dazzlingly colored sports cars, surrounded her white Porsche, and she sat in it like a dying fish, stranded and unable to escape.


    No, she wasn’t going to sit around waiting for her to save that Florence bitch, she might as well be dead!


    She flung open the car door and, despite the pouring rain, tried to escape, to flee to a ce beyond Nico’s control.


    But in her life, meeting Nico was a fate she could not escape.


    A ck Bentley, the car door open, a ck shirt and ck pants of a slender, upright, long-legged man, and a journey through the wind and rain to walk briskly, full of hostile aura of carnage.


    Through the curtain of rain, Mica saw him as if she had seen a hellish monk, and her feet stood straight back.


    Nico took a big step forward and drew her into his arms.


    Mica tore at him, bit him, punched him, kicked him, and hissed hysterically, “Nico, I’m not going to save that whore Florence! She and her mother’s lover killed my mother! She should have died long ago.”


    The man’s hand was firmly sped on the back of her neck, and he lowered his head to her ear and said through clenched teeth, seemingly warm and cold, “Mica, if you save Florencia this time, from now on, I promise you, I will never let Florencia walk all over you again, I will never have mercy on La familia Matamoros, and from now on, I will have a good life with you well, without Florencia, without La familia Matamoros. ”


    Words are like knives.


    The softest of knives.


    Mica let out a mockingugh, her face covered in a mixture of rain and tears, as she looked at Nico with despair. “So a good life with me is contingent on you going to save Florence, is it?”


    “Yes.”


    A sentence that cut off all thought from Mica.


    Mica scoffed, “Nico, ask me to save Florencia, fine. But I have a condition.”This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    Nico had never seen such a look in Mica’s eyes, determined to the point of indifference.


    Mica said, word for word, “I can give Florence a blood transfusion to save her, my condition is always, always, stay away from you.”


    Like a poisonous spell.


    At that moment, Nicopletely panicked.


    However, he had no other choice.