Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

After Micaela’s departure, Nico’s dinners suddenly increased.

In fact, with Nico’s position and the influence of the Amengual Group consortium in The Holy City and, indeed, in the country, there is no need to jump on anyone’s bandwagon through dinners and nudges.

At a dinner party, there are three broad categories of entrepreneurs.

The first type is the small businessman who lives on the edge, relying on countless meals and superficial acquaintances to refresh his presence, making nodding friendships with people one level above him, and then asking for favors that can be done by asking and nodding.

The second type is the pseudo upper class that surrounds the third type of people, those who are way above the middle class but don’t make it to the top, whose talents and skills don’t support their growing ambitions, who have tens of millions of dollars, who are already giants to the common man, but who still struggle every day between bankruptcy and shaky profits, making a nice profit one quarter and expecting a loss the next. To the true giants, these people are but a drop in the bucket and their companies are as easy to crush as an ant.

The third group of people is the upper class, like Nico, who has achieved total freedom from wealth. This is the type of person who is the center of attention and the object of adoration at all the drinking and dinner parties, because this is their god of wealth.

Occasionally, there is a fourth type of person who appears at the drinks and dinners, and that is the escort flower. They usually disguise themselves as celebrities, mingle with big shots of all kinds, drink and play with them, and their goal is simple: to catch a big shot that will allow them to live the rest of their life in luxury, whether the big shot has a wife or not is not important.

What matters is whether the money in this big shot’s pockets will be given to them as part of the cake.

Nico loved to have fun, but not this kind of boring drinking and dinner party, it was about his own siblings forming a party.

But lately, Adam, the old man, has found a daughter from somewhere, and the little motherless girl is always crying and waiting to be fed, and Adam is working and babysitting, and seems to be doing well, but now he’s gone.

Salomon is shooting all over the world, threatening to leave his more eternal youth behind in his films.

Matthew, playing hide-and-seek with his fat fiancee, has forgotten him as a person.

As for Rabago’s sudden disappearance …, Nico doesn’t know what to think. He had been Savanna’s tutor for a while, but after Savanna entered college, he simply disappeared.

Micaela went running again.

Nico just became an empty nester.

The food tasted like wax.

At the next table, a business owner came over to make a toast, which Nico didn’t notice at first because there were so many people jumping on him and it was common for him to forget about the noble people.

But today, it was different.

The boss was carrying a woman who looked familiar to Nico and was even related to him, and she walked towards him from across the table with a smile on her face.

The owner of Fregoso Group, while holding his glass, introduced Nico: “Mr. Nico, long time no see, let me introduce you, this is CarlitaMr. Fregoso, General Manager of Pasqual Floor Heating…. ”

Before the owner of Fregoso Group could finish his introduction, Nico said in a cold and inexpressive voice, “Do we know each other well?”

The owner of the Fregoso Group was stunned. It stood to reason that this Mr. Fregoso was at least Mr. Nico’s own mother, so how could Mr. Nico be so disrespectful.

Just because Carlita was Mr. Nico’s biological mother, he helped bring her into the family, but he played it safe, thinking that if he unknowingly softened the relationship between mother and son, there would be no limit to what Nico could bring to the Fregoso Group in the future.

But Grupo Fregoso’s owner is unsure of the degree of mother-son enmity between Nico and Carlita.

After Nico’s cold face, Carlita pulled herself together and instead of the embarrassment of being left out, she extended her hand towards Nico and said with a soft smile, “Nico, it’s been a long time.”

Nico grimaced with the corners of his lips, his eyes not resting on Carlita, and said in a lavish, nonchalant manner, “Needless to say, it’s been a long time for people I shouldn’t have seen again, because there’s no expectation of seeing each other again, and it’s better not to see each other in this life to have a quiet life.”

Carlita swallowed saliva, keeping a decent smile on her face, and said, “Just think of it as a business partnership, no need to talk about the past or the mother-son relationship, there is nothing to talk about between us, Pasqual floor heating has done well abroad in recent years, and has also successfully entered the huge domestic market, talk about profits, aren’t you interested? ”

Pasqual underfloor heating.

It would be unrealistic to say that Nico doesn’t care if Carlita remarries after leaving The Amengual Family.

Nico was casually following how charismatic Carlita’s second husband was to rival Efrain.

But the answer is that that’s all.

Pasqual underfloor heating had good prospects and a good market at the beginning of the business, but with the rise of the underfloor heating industry, Pasqual has not been at the forefront of price and reputation, and its inadequate positioning has long since fallen out of fashion.

If he was right, now, Carlita was approaching him, the child he had abandoned, with contacts, only to jump on his bandwagon and give him a piece of candy he hadn’t received as a child, to willingly swallow Pasqual’s mess for a huge sum of money….

But there’s no one in the world that stupid, and even if there were, it wouldn’t be him, Nico.

“Pasqual has no interest in talking as far as I’m concerned.”

Nico looks straight at Carlita with an indifferent, cold smile in the corner of his eyes, an aristocratic air about him, but an aristocratic air that is also filled with a coldness he can’t afford.

The ten-year-old boy abandoned by Carlita is now a determined business tycoon at the top of the pyramid, just like Efrain, the man he remembers as a man with no sense of warmth and stunning beauty.

Excessively perfect, Carlita was pressured to choose Pasqual Olivarez, who had only her eyes and her heart.

But the source of all the evil was never Efrain’s perfection, but Carlita’s irresponsibility in her waywardness and debauchery.

Carlita gagged, inexplicably flustered by Nico’s questioning, her eyes sharp as a hawk’s.

Nico’s eyes landed on the Fregoso Group boss, “You’ve managed to get me to stay for a meal I was only halfway through. I was in a good mood and you’ve ruined it.”

The voice is light, no emotion of joy or anger is audible, but between the words, it is sharp and harsh.

The owner of the Fregoso Group was shaking with fear and breaking out in a cold sweat on the sidelines.

Nico nonchalantly picked up the coat from the back of the chair and slung it over his shoulder with his opposite hand, his long legs strode confidently toward the outside of the booth, “Campoverde, let’s go.”

Campoverde followed with a stiff finger behind him, pointing at the eyeless thing that is the head of the Fregoso Group.

Carlita gave chase.

In the hotel hallway.

Carlita called out to him, “Nico, I didn’t want to go to all this effort to see you, I just wanted to see you and Savanna, I’m a mother and that’s all I want now, can’t you satisfy me? Even if I am indifferent to you, I am still your mother. I know you can’t reconcile with me now, but can you give me a little chance to make it up to you and Savanna?”

Nico’s frown suddenly relaxed as he found Carlita’s words overly ridiculous. “A baby needs to be breastfed until it’s a year old, you don’t breastfeed it until it’s a year old, and then when it turns thirty, you come and say you’re going to make it up to it. mrs. Carlita, aren’t you being excessively ridiculous?”

Make up for it? He’s an adult in his thirties and still lacking Carlita’s motherly love?

Nico’s words were so revealing and unrelenting that Carlita’s face reddened and she felt embarrassed as she was unable to take any steps.

Nico looked down and straightened his twins, ignoring his embarrassment, and got the better of himself, saying, “You came to talk to me about buying Pasqual’s mess. If you had asked me for help, perhaps I would have helped you and Pasqual, after all, you were my mother, and I would not have wanted to see you live the rest of your life in an excessively miserable way, not even for the sake of maternal-filial blood.”

“But you, in the name of taking care of me and Savanna, you came to me and treated me like a fool trying to get what you wanted from me. When I was ten years old, after my father died, the day you followed Pasqual, Grandpa said you wouldn’t come back, I didn’t believe him, I chased you out of the house in my slippers, chasing your car all the way, my slippers fell off, the soles of my feet rubbed everywhere, I didn’t believe you didn’t see me in the rear view mirror chasing me, but your car, it didn’t even stop for a second.”

“I often wonder if I wouldn’t hate you so much now if your car had even stopped for a moment when I was chasing you barefoot. I hate enough to pay attention to Pasqual’s underfloor heating, just because I don’t see it getting any better, and I wish it would go bankrupt and close sooner rather than later. So how could I have helped you close this mess?”. Dream on.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

The corners of Nico’s lips turned upward, demonic, cold and evil.

Carlita swallowed saliva, pinched her fingertips in her palm and said stiffly, “What if I opened the door and begged you now to finance Pasqual?”

Nico smiled lazily, his face was soft, but he said the cruelest and most indifferent thing: “I had even hoped you would be sincere in coming to me to apologize, to make amends for your mistake, but it seems I was wrong, I had underestimated how despicable a mother can be to her own child after all.”

Carlita stiffens in her seat.

Nico took two steps away, remembered something else and turned to warn, “Micaela is my man, you better keep your hands to yourself or I’m not sure what will happen to you and Pasqual. ”

The last time Micaela was hacked all over the internet, it was Carlita who was behind the scenes.

Nico didn’t intervene at the time because, after all, she was her birth mother and he always wanted to give her the last slap on the wrist before she did anything more than that.

But come to think of it, that last part of the face is not hers to keep.