"What just happened, Madrigal?" Marcellus asked him. Branodn was fine; he was being attended t by the doctor. "Were you the dummy that called me?" Nathalie asked Marcellus. "That's not cool, I was scared!" He replied meekly. Esmeralda was seen leaving the hospital. She was also wounded. "Won’t you get treated before you leave?" Madrigal asked her. He gave the tape he was holding to Marcellus. "It’s just the two of us; talk to me," Marcellus teased Nathalie. She snapped at him angrily."Esmeralda!" Madrigal called out to her. "What is it? You helped me already. That’s enough!" She shouted. Esmeralda pushed Madrigal away from her. "I knew you had something against me, you just wouldn’t say anything!" Madrigal shouted back."Yes, I do, I know I'm shit and all you think of me is shit too, but last night when I called you, I overdosed myself!" Esmeralda muttered. "Try a better lie; I'm no fool, Esmerada, so you sent away all your guards just because you overdosed?" Madrigal held he

Brandon didn't go back to the mansion after his night with Hailey. He was almost caught snooping around in her room. He had to lie about looking for clothes that he could wear. Brandon saw something in there that baffled him. He wanted to have that file, no matter what. "Madrigal, are you at home?" Brandon called him outright. "Yes, boss," he responded. Estrellia was still with Brandon on the bike when he rode to Madrigal’s house. He has moved away from the apartment where he used to live with Thomas. He sent the new location to Brandon."Boss, why bring this woman here?" Madrigal asked irritatingly. He hated the sight of her around him. "We need as many people as we can use." Madrigal," he replied softly. "Come in, Estrellia," Brandon replied. "Should I call for Nathalie and Marcellus?" Madrigal asked sharply. "Yes, please do so and call Esmeralda first," Brandon replied. Brandon's expression changed when he mentioned Esmeralda.He put a call out to them all. "Have you spo

AT MADRIGAL’S HOUSE. Everyone’s attention was on Esmeralda when the coffee cup slipped from her hands. "Torillio De Guzman?" she asked Estrellia weirdly. "Yes, do you know him?" Estrellia asked her leniently. "No…Yes…" "Forget it" Esmeralda said sadly. She couldn’t eat the left over beard she collected playfully from Marcellus. She obviously lost her composure and aptitude. She went inside Madrigal’s kitchen to get water for herself. "Is she alright?" Marcellus asked innocently. Brandon and Madrigal had an idea of what was going on. Judging from the picture, they knew it was the same guy who harassed her that day. Estrellia continued with her update. "He is the renowned owner of ….." "That’s enough, Estrellia" "It’s the same as the guy I asked you to check, do you remember?" "The clip I sent you," Brandon explained."The hard copy stuff," he tried to help her remember. "Yes, sir Brandon, that’s true," she responded. "You can go now; I will get back to you, or just hang arou

AT MADRIGAL'S APARTMENT.The sun was out and shining brightly. Marcellus was tracking the package, but according to him, it was on the company’s legal site. He ordered that they could start their journey. Madrigal looked around to see if Esmeralda had come out already, but she hadn’t. "I'll deal with that when I come back," he uttered. Estrellia deferred that she wanted to accompany Brandon. If anything happened to him. She would be held responsible. Madrigal had enough of her. She wasn't with her men, so she was alone. He went behind her and smacked her on the neck. She passed out. "Damn! Why would you do that?" Marcellus asked, tittering. "Problem solved, simply!" Nathalie yelled. She dragged her inside and tied her down."We can go now." They mounted the power bike and left. Madrigal took off at a high speed. He bent easily, like he was on a motorcycle race. They got to the location before the company. "We should hide, boss; when we see them passing, you’d come out." "Wear

EMERGENCY."Why didn’t you answer my call, princess?" Torillio asked her softly. "Sorry, I was with my friends, and it was loud," Vanessa responded."Fredrick said you accepted my offer, but I wanted to hear it from you," Torillio said, puffing on his cigar.Vanessa stepped away from him. "Why are you moving that far?" he asked her absently. "The smoke," she said, sweeping her hands through the air."Are you asthmatic?" he asked her rousingly. "No, I just don’t smoke," she replied. Torillio stared at her, unimpressed. He crunched the cigarette and tossed it into the ashtray."I will be giving you detail about your work. "You will be by my side at every meeting and may well represent me if necessary," Torillio stated."Strictly business?" Vanessa asked with a grimace. "Hmm.. bold of you to assume, you should actually, but for now, Torillio isn’t interested," he poured some wine for himself."Are you allergic to drinking, too?" He asked Vanessa. "I never said I was allergic to anything!