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-Go ahead then. I’m going to make him walk away and jump into the net.

Dylan said with a cold, hostile look on his face and a terrifying smile.

This time, when he found Orlando, he did not let him off easy. This time, he was destined to pay the price for what he had done.

If he remembered correctly, Felicia Lacasa’s father had been waiting to take revenge on him. After all, if it hadn’t been for Gerardo and Orlando, Felicia wouldn’t have been disfigured and gone crazy, and he wouldn’t have lost his own job.

It is time for Felicia’s father to get out of jail.

Well, Orlando, are you ready?

Late at night, in a secluded and dilapidated street.

-Stop, don’t run!

Behind them, the sounds of chasing and shouting were coming closer, the sound of stray footsteps coming closer and closer was throbbing to the ears. Worse, they had knives in their hands.

They were all fierce and fierce, and it was clear at a glance that they were not good people.

The man they were chasing in front of them looked a mess, his suit, which had originally fit him well, had long since been soiled after all this time on the run, and torn in several places.

He had not eaten for more than two days and his stomach was burning badly.

His legs were also sore and weak, as if he was going to collapse in the next second.

Knowing that his body was already overloaded, he didn’t dare stop, let alone slow down for even half a second. Because if the gang caught him, he would be dead, not to mention seeking revenge on Dylan.

Yes, it was Orlando who was now being pursued.

After Mateo cut him off from all the contacts he could have gone to, he was also cheated out of his money.

So he, Orlando, is forced to live on the street, too scared even to look for a place to live amidst the persecution and has to huddle in a corner. Today was the day he couldn’t stand it and he was too hungry, so he set his eyes on someone with the intention of getting some money to spend.

It turned out that the woman was the mistress of the gang leader who was chasing him from behind.

In trouble, Orlando could only run for his life, hoping for luck.

Ahead there was a fork in the road and a series of large piles of rubbish.

The stench was so strong that Orlando’s stomach turned.

To avoid being hit and save his life, Orlando quickly slipped around the corner and buried himself in a pile of rubbish, enduring the irritating stench.

Orlando was relieved to hear the sound of footsteps and screams fade away.

It took a few more moments for him to emerge from the pile.

By now, his body was covered in filthy rubbish and reeked of it.

But even that was better than losing one’s life.

Orlando struggled to his feet, his eyes full of resentment and twisted hatred.

He was supposed to be the young master of the Moya family, the man in charge of the Moya Group. Now Dylan was forcing him to live on the street without a place to stay, without even a full meal.

He would settle this account with Dylan.

Orlando thought viciously in his mind, completely surprised that the gang had not left and were waiting for him outside the alley.

-Shit, let’s see where you’re going.

Orlando’s ruthless face was replaced by panic as he turned to run, but it was too late. The leader gave the order and the men behind him immediately surrounded Orlando.

-I think you’re tired of stealing from our boss’s wife. You teach her a good lesson.

-All right.

The group swirled around him and the sound of sticks and blows was very clear.

There was no escape for Orlando, and all he could do was raise his arms in an effort to protect his head. Huddled on the ground, protecting his stomach and exposing his back against the barrage of blows.

He was soon so delirious from the beating that he had no idea when the band had left.

He lay like a dead dog on the dirty floor, his body writhing instinctively in pain.

Orlando shook his head with difficulty and looked at his right hand, which was already numb with pain.

He saw that his right hand was twisted in a strange position and he could even see the bones in the wrist. Clearly, his hand was broken. As there was no money for medical treatment, this hand was destined to be ruined.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

-Dylan!

He chanted Dylan’s name through gritted teeth.

His twisted, grim face was one of horrible hatred and madness.

Peaceful City.

A while ago we heard that someone suspected to be Orlando was in B-town. He was beaten up by local gangs for robbing the wrong people. Then he disappeared and we still haven’t found out where.

Dylan’s eyes filled with derision, not realising that he had underestimated Orlando.

-Nothing, and it’s amazing that he got away so quickly.

Mateo pursed his lips and said nothing.

I didn’t know how Orlando had been so lucky, that he had disappeared again each time before they could find a clue and hurry.

But it didn’t matter, he certainly hadn’t had a good time with that last Anti-Hurt beating.

No money, no power, and who knew if he would die from his injuries somewhere.

-Don’t stop, keep looking.

Dylan hooked his lips into a cruel smile.

City C.

-This is my house, you stay here for now. Don’t worry, I’m very busy at the hospital. I won’t be back much, and my room is on the first floor. You don’t need to see my face if you feel uncomfortable.

Alonso opened the door to let Vanessa in while he spoke and introduced himself.

It was a three-storey villa with a small courtyard and a small garden.

Although Alonso was the only one who lived there, it was very well decorated. It was clear that Alonso’s background was not easy either.

-Thank you.

Vanessa thanked Alonso hastily, without commenting on the half-joking words that followed.

-I’ll show you the bedroom first, let me know if there’s anything you’re not used to and I’ll rearrange it.

Alonso took Vanessa to his bedroom on the ground floor.

Vanessa had no problem with that, after all, she was only here to stay and had no right to be critical.

-The bedroom is fine, it does not need any additional decoration.

-As you see fit.

Alonso said with a nod of his head.

-Mr Alonso, thank you very much indeed.

-There is no need to be polite to me. I thought we were already good friends after a few months together.

Alonso looked at Vanessa with a smile and a gentleness in his eyes that filled her with gratitude.

If he hadn’t had Alonso around, he would have collapsed a long time ago.

-Come on, I’ll show you around the village. You can also go and spend some time at your favourite place when I’m not at home, and save yourself the boredom.

Alonso took Vanessa on a tour of the entire villa, first the interior and then the exterior garden, which also included the swimming pool, the glass flower room and more…