Mica was a smart person to be Nico’s mistress, she had that self-awareness and good manners.


    When Nico told her not to bother him so often in Vi Lago de Luna, Mica obeyed and lived obediently in the apartment Nico had given her on Fiesta del Rio Street.


    The bachelor pad, which was not too small, eighty square meters, seemed even a bit big for one person, and the decor was modern and minimalist, but you could tell from the details and the furniture that the decor was not cheap.


    When Mica moved her family here, she finally had a real ce to call her own in the Holy City.


    Even if the apartment is in Nico’s name.


    But someday she could afford to buy it back from Nico and make it her own.


    During the year, Mica didn’t have much contact with Nico and he seemed to have forgotten her as a person.


    Sometimes, Mica wondered optimistically if she was one of his many mistresses, whom he only visited from time to time when he remembered he felt like it.


    If he thought so, he would soon forget himself as a person.


    Hopefully he would not forget the terms of the promise he made to her.


    Six monthster, The Holy City is in the middle of winter.


    December days in La Ciudad Santa are cold and damp, with a constant drizzle that falls like fine needles on the body, biting and cold.


    It is seven o’clock in the evening on a rainy day, and it is already dark in the middle of winter.


    Campoverde drives and Nico sits in the Bentley, tablet in hand, scanning the next day’s work schedule before cing it on a shelf to the side.


    His eyes ache a little and he looks out the car window into the rainy night.


    The ck Bentley pulls out of the Amengual Group, past the movie and across River Feast Street.


    In the drizzle of the night, Nico sees a slender, familiar figure.


    Campoverde was about to drive by in his Bentley when the man in the back seat says, “Stop the car.”


    Not knowing what to expect, Campoverde pulled off to the side of the road, turned his head toward Nico in the back seat and asked, “Mr. Nico, what’s wrong with you?”


    Nico’s eyes, fixed on a point fifty meters ahead.


    There was a young girl, with a clear umbre in her hand, feeding a small, soggy stray dog on the shoulder.


    Campoverde followed Nico’s line of sight and looked that way too, slightly dazed. “Isn’t that Miss Mica…”


    It seemed a long time since Mr. Nico had seen Miss Mica, and the times they had seen each other in thest six months, were few.


    Campoverde only remembered that Miss Mica saw Mr. Nico once a week when she first arrived at Mr. Nico’s side, and then over time Mr. Nico stopped seeing Miss Mica, and Mr. Nico didn’t even mention it.


    Campoverde thought he had probably fallen out of favor.


    Campoverde chuckled lightly, “I didn’t see that Miss Mica was very affectionate.”


    Nico grunted softly as he watched the girl crouched on the ground with her umbre feeding the puppy not far away.


    Whether it was a sneer or a rebuff to Campoverde’spliment that she was affectionate was unclear.


    Nico was a man who was usually so unpredictable that it was hard to tell what was going through his head.


    Campoverde kept his mouth shut and watched Mr. Nico silently.


    Soon after, after feeding the puppy, Mica turned to leave with her umbre, but a few stepster she turned her head in the rain and looked back uneasily.


    The stray puppy, skinny and covered in rain, wagged its tail at her, as if begging her to take it home.


    Mica held her umbre and turned back.


    Nico thought she was going to take the puppy home.


    But Mica just put the umbre in her hand, on the ground, over the puppy, protecting it from the storm.


    She was too far away for Nico to hear what she was saying to the dog.


    It wasn’t long before Mica turned around and, hands over her head, ran into the neighborhood.


    Campoverde wondered, “Why didn’t Miss Mica take the puppy home if she had left the umbre for him?”


    Nico’s deep gaze was on the umbre and on the dog not far away.


    Outside a storm was blowing, easily blowing the umbre over the puppy.


    The little stray dog, who looked pitifully at the blown umbre, could do nothing about it.


    Nico growled contemptuously, “Stupid.”


    Feeling overwhelmed withpassion and not being able to save the dogpletely was like giving the dog hope and then extinguishing that hope with your own hands, it was hopeless.


    It was better to have a cold heart.


    The man in the back seat, averted his gaze indifferently, his thin lips parted slightly, “Come on.”


    Campoverde stepped on the elerator and the ck Bentley glided down the River Feast road toward Moon Lake Vige.


    But it wasn’t long before the ck Bentley turned back onto River Feast Road.


    Campoverde got out of the car, picked up the poor pug, loaded him and put him in the back seat.


    Nico looked at the dog with disgust and indifference, but in the end did not throw him out of the car.


    He wagged his tail pitifully, as she did when she was desperate.


    Nico, who had never had a small pet before, started having a dog from that day on.


    …


    As the New Year’s holidays approached, Mica didn’t want to sit idly by.


    Pastora Apostol apanied her to the city of cinema to audition for a role, which more than a role was a group performance and an understudy.This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    In front of the camera, the kind that doesn’t even have a face, but for five hundred dors an hour.


    The y was a modern urban romance and the lead was Xaviera Canizales, a popr A-list flow girl, but Xaviera Canizales was big and moody and always having all kinds of trouble on the set.


    In one scene, the heroine is trapped in a freezer by the viiness, and the y takes ce in a season that is still summer, which is the opposite season of the current climate of The Holy City.


    The heroine had to wear a thin summer dress and stay in the freezer for the filming.


    When Xaviera Canizales heard about this scene, she jumped up, wrapped herself in her down jacket and said with a cold face, “Director, I’m on my period today and can’t go to the freezer for that scene, so find someone to rece me.”


    The director frowned and said, “If it goes well, it will be fifteen minutes. Xaviera Canizales, you’ll have toe in for fifteen minutes, after all the double is not you, it’s easy for it to wear out.”


    Xaviera Canizales said, “Director, do you want my aunt’s blood to freeze in the freezer? That would kill people.”


    “…”


    The director was a big man, and when Xaviera Canizales said that, he felt immensely embarrassed and suppressed his fire, and he was too embarrassed to let Xaviera Canizales go back into the freezer to shoot the scene she was trapped in, but this scene was the main event, and it was a good day for the male and female leads to be present, and this emotional scene was the most important scene to shoot.


    The director looked around the set and finally noticed the actress in the group, Mica.


    The director pointed with his hand and said, “Hey,e here!”.


    Mica pointed to herself, “Did you call me, director?”.


    “Yes, just you!”


    The director looked her up and down, and saw that she was a better actress than Xaviera Canizales!


    The director asked her, “How many days have you been here, I haven’t seen you before?”.


    “Oh, I just arrived today.”


    “No wonder.”


    It was impossible that he hadn’t noticed such a beautiful ensemble actress.


    The director took a closer look at her and found that her body was not much different from Xaviera Canizales’, even slimmer, so he said, “Tell you what, for this scene, you’ll stand in for Xaviera Canizales at a mile a minute, any questions?”


    Mica shook her head, “No.”


    The director immediately called the makeup artist and the costume designer, “Get over here and give her the female lead’s look immediately.”