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Chapter 44
Chapter 44
Chapter 44:
French Open Win “Devil! Devil! Devil!”
“Erik! Erik!”
The stadium was torn into two sides. Chants of their favorite tennis superstars could evidently be heard in the open court of Roland Garros’ complex, Carlos sucked in a breath. He wiped his forehead with his wristband and gripped at his lucky pendant. He kissed it with his eyes closed, wishing for the match to win in his favor. Going against Erik Berg, Carlos had already foreseen a challenging match. However, he had long studied all of Erik’s games. He knew his weaknesses and techniques. Carlos was prepared for that match. Still, he could not deny he was a little distracted over the past few days. Thanks to his tempting Kate, he sacrificed a few practice times. Giving Erik one last look, he bounced the ball on the court before finally tossing it up in the air in preparation for his serve. “Aghh!” After an impressive serve, the two tennis players began to return the ball to each other. Both of them were running across the court, able to apply various tennis strokes. Outside the court, heads were turning. The people were gasping at every near failure. They all watched as Erik swung with a backhand, throwing the ball opposite to where Carlos was. They witnessed the Devil scream as he ran like the wind, his arms stretching to reach the ball. He managed to hit the ball, but due to the angle of Carlos’ racket, the ball flew higher, seemingly landing outside the tennis line. “In,” the referee called, but to confirm the findings, they all waited for the camera replay. After the LED screen showed where the ball landed, the referee repeated, “It’s in. Call Stands. Thirty all.” Carlos and Erik were already in their fifth set, with both of them having won two sets each. That final set would decide the winner of the French Open. After granting The Devil his point, he was behind the service line, ready to serve the ball. Kissing his pendant, Carlos gave another powerful serve. Once again, the audience was on the edge of their seats, watching and forecasting how or where the ball would land. When everyone thought Carlos
would throw the ball to Erik’s left service area, he merely deflected it, and the ball landed on the other side of the net. Erik tried to perform a groundstroke. The ball bounced once and then twice!
“Yes!!!!” The crowd roared as Carlos earned another point. Even the sports commentator was left screaming, surprised by Carlos’ stroke.
“Forty Thirty. Advantage, Ronaldo,” the referee announced the score. From then on, silence seemed to have engulfed Carlos. He pecked his pendant again, whispering. “Olie more. One more point.”
in Carlos’ next serve, Erik seemed more determined to return the ball each time. In fact, he purposely threw Carlos off course, hitting the ball and targeting the opposite to where the Devil was exh tirne
Erik returned with a groundstroke. He hit it so hard it would appear as though Carlos would fail to reach the ball. Carlos barely made it, but he managed to return the ball, and it clearly landed in Erik’s service area.
Carlos struck the ball so hard, that Erik failed to hit the ball back. “Game! Ronaldo!” The referee announced.
Everyone saw how the challenging finals still overwhelmed Carlos. He was catching his breath as he raised his hands in the air, still holding his racket
“We love The Devil!”
“We love The Devil!” “Thank you! Thank you!” Carlos waved his hands to his fans, saying the exact words, “I love
you all!”
When he found a camera focusing on him, he showed the camera how he pecked his necklace and mouthed, ‘I love you.’
Carlos knew his Kate would be watching. So he sent her a message only they both would understand.
**
In the eyes of many viewers worldwide, Carlos was merely returning the love to his fans, but for the person in his heart, she knew exactly the meaning of his gesture.
Back in Braeton City, still at CSK Apparel, Kate was teary-eyed, watching Carlos play. She was especially touched when he sent her a message, looking directly at the cameras. Since Kate was wearing her new bangle, she touched her Circle of Heaven jade and said under her breath, “I love you too.”
The employees at CSK Apparel had a mini party, and while Kate wanted to enjoy Carlos triumph, she preferred to go home to her family, where the celebration would be well-felt
After Kate left, talks about her spread through the office, especially after witnessing her cry after Carlos’ win. Lindsey, Kate’s marketing associate, remarked, “I love my boss, but after seeing her cry and say I love you back to Mister Ronaldo, I conclude she has a major crush on him, like for real… and it might just be an obsession.”
“Well, who doesn’t love The Devil?” said another employee. “Give miss Kate a break.” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.
“Wait, she said I love you back?” Molly asked, her eyes rounding.
“Yes, I saw it,” Lindsey answered. “I saw it too. She did not say it out loud, but I could tell that was what she said she was lean eyed as she watched the screen after Mister Ronaldo won,” another employee sald “Shhh, guys. Please Miss Kate is a Wright Wholows? She can get Carlos, one wilyen another. If you think about it, they belong in the salle social status,” anothiet atployer suggested
Afew other employees said the same, also complimenting, kalu “Shein intilul and my could easily be a model If she wanted to. For Miss Kute localp Carlos Ronaldo II’ 11011t.lt from impossible.”
“Still.” Molly rolled her eyes, saying, “It’s creepy. Besides, I still believe Hailey Mckenzie and Mister Ronaldo are in a relationship.”
“Not everything!” They all turned to find Arman, their HR director. He said, “Not everything is what it seemed to be. If I were you, just mind your own business. Follow my advice and leave Miss Wright alone.”
Rarely did the HR director give warnings. He was the kindest director in CSK Apparel, but for the first time, he spoke for Kate.
The employees, including Molly, nodded their heads, each of them giving their own acknowledgment. “Yes, sir.”
“Noted, Sir. Sorry.”
“Thank you, Arman, for the reminder,” said Molly.
***
Meanwhile, on a private island back in France, Guillaume Bonnet received a report from one of his men. “Sir, Mister Ronaldo will go to the La Santé Prison tomorrow. I have a new informant within the police station. He is going to see your father’s interrogation.”
“A police officer?” Guillaume asked.
“Yes, sir. The police officer I have commissioned said he is willing to deliver Mister Ronaldo to you if you pay him a hundred thousand euros.” Guillaume frowned and asked, “Is this person you hired good
for it?”
“Yes, sir. He is a corrupt detective – always have. He used to deal drugs that are locked up in evidence,” his wingman revealed.
With a nod, Guillaume confirmed, “Very well. Give him the payment. Prepare all our men. I want Carlos Ronaldo on this island no later than next week!”
“Yes, sir.”
The following day, Carlos left with the French police and his own bodyguards for the La Santé Prison, where Hugo Bonet was locked up. He proceeded to an interrogation room, and through a one-way mirror, Carlos saw Hugo sitting in front of a table.
In that room, detective Bernard led the questioning. He asked, “Who signed the signature of this… last will and testament that you falsified? We know it’s not real. The paper suggested there is no aging. This means you had this made just this year.” “Telline, who signed this document?”
Detective Bernard had to give a few empty treats, hoping to get something out of Hugo. After some time, a malicious smile formed on Hugo’s face. His eyes wandered to the mirror behind detective Bonnet Hugo squinted as he suggested, “Who else? But Mister Manuel Ronaldo himsell”
“Yty, he is alive 1 lave lin locked up somewhere, and the only way I’m telling you is that you pive me lullamnesty.”
Hearing the name of his father, Carlos’ skin crawled. His hands balled into fists.