Jacob and Pavel ran towards the glass wall as Torres injured hisself. “Torres, stop it! You're killing yourself!” shouted Jacob as Torres' nose and mouth were bleeding from the violent impact. “Code 5! Spray!” ordered Pavel over the radio. Instantly, the top of the glass tube appeared a white gas that covered the place where Torres was locked up. Jacob was startled and looked at Pavel intently. However, the fierce-faced guard only glanced at him silently in response. Suddenly, Torres was no longer raging. He drooped limply and lay on the floor of his cage. The gas slowly faded and was sucked back in by the device attached to the roof of the cage. “Is it some kind of nerve tranquilizer gas?” Jacob asked, guessing. “Yes. It's our anticipation of special prisoners who intend to harm themselves. This is the first time Torres has done this,” Pavel replied which made Jacob take a deep breath. “Torres,” Jacob called out when he saw the old man helpless with his face covered in blood.
The news that Torres had died in such a terrible way saddened some of the people who knew him. Jacob asked people who knew Torres to come to the funeral. Those who came out of respect for Wyatt chose not to speak to Diablo's father. “I hope all the grudges from the past will end now. There is no point in holding on to wounds. He is gone. Let peace be with Torres forever,” Jacob said, silencing those who had bad memories of the man. Jacob understands that neither of them can forgive the other's mistakes, and he doesn't want to force it. Rose remained silent as she watched her grandfather's coffin being buried, as did Diego. Callie was angry at Cedric for making her son hate Torres, but he felt no guilt. “I'm telling the truth. He had to know, even if he wasn't there at the time. Diego can't see my real face and that hurts a lot. Worse, he didn't know our father and couldn't feel Diablo's affection, even though I never liked the man. So it's wrong for you to blame me,” Cedric said
A handsome man is seen sewing a red silk dress. The ancient-looking machine is still very capable of working. He is meticulous in ensuring that the folds of the seams match the posture of the wearer. He smiles as he fits the dress onto a mannequin. His years of hard work for a small wage had paid off. He managed to buy the expensive fabric and all the necessary supplies. He didn't want to be underestimated anymore. “She will definitely like it. Carol likes the color red like a blooming rose,” he says confidently. Until suddenly, he heard the sound of high heels. The man smiled, he knew who was coming. He hurriedly lifted the mannequin to show the results of his hard work for one month with great hope, so that his existence was recognized by his wife who had been underestimating him. However, his steps stopped instantly when he saw the woman he loved embracing intimately, an unknown man. The man put down the mannequin slowly with his eyes fully rounded.“We're divorced,” said a beauti
Jacob was left gaping at the words of an old man who claimed to be named Ewald and that he was the Rodríguez family's trusted assistant. All this time, Jacob didn't know that his family had the last name Rodríguez. Jacob was silent, thinking hard. Had his parents been lying to him all this time? “I'm sorry, Sir. I know you can't possibly believe what I just said. So, let me prove it,” Ewald said, and Jacob nodded firmly. He had to know the truth of all this. The luxury car drove at a moderate speed across the asphalt in the rain. Jacob's eyes stared at Ewald's figure sharply from the center mirror, trying to find a lie from the look on his face. However, his logic said that what the man with black and a little gray hair said was honest. Until finally, the car entered an area far from civilian settlements. There was a magnificent house, like a three-story mansion. More elegant than the Kaye family residence. Jacob prepared himself because he didn't know what would happen next. “Sir,
After Jacob's passing. The Kaye family was now in big trouble. Diablo Torres could not accept being battered and humiliated by a trashy son-in-law like Jacob. The entire Kaye family gathered in the living room to confer with one of the wealthy young businessmen in Rowbon town. “We are truly sorry, Mr. Torres. That's why we kicked him out. However, we never thought that he would be so rude to you,” said Mr. Samuel⸺Carol's father. “Apologize you say? My face must now bear the shame in front of my business relations and extended family! I don't accept it! You must have set me up here to be beaten by that bastard! How much did you pay!” shouted Diablo angrily with a face full of bruises and blood still dripping from his broken nose. “Indeed, Sir. Jacob is just a servant here. We never even considered him a son-in-law. He's the boy my late husband took in. I also don't know why my husband would go crazy like that and even marry Carol. We have been enduring his parasite-like existence,”
Yes, that person was Diablo Torres. Jacob gave his rival a sharp look and tried to keep his cool. How could he not, he had never had sex with Carol during his marriage. However, the man who suddenly appeared in his life, easily snatched the woman he loved and removed him from the Kaye family. “Haha haha! Look, that riff-raff over there! Hey, did you get lost, Ja-cob,” taunted Diablo, who now appeared with two of his friends, Hector and Kendrick.Everyone joined in with a derisive laugh. The manager looked angry, but Jacob signaled with a wink. The manager nodded in understanding and walked away. Diablo Torres walked proudly with an amused chuckle. He really didn't expect to meet the man the Kaye family was hunting down to expel from the continent. “Hello, Mr. Diablo Torres. You seem to be in a good mood. It seems that the wound on your face is getting better,” Jacob said, which made Diablo immediately fell silent. He had forgotten that his face was still scarred from being beaten by
Jacob looked calm, even though he was still wearing simple clothes. Today, he was prepared for his mission, supported by Ewald the assistant and Emma. The luxury car stopped opposite a company that was reportedly in need of employees. Jacob carried Ewald's classically styled bag containing his job application. “Good luck, Young master,” Ewald said from the driver's seat as Jacob stood by his side. Jacob smiled with a nod. He looked so determined as he crossed over to apply for a job at the place. He met the security guard who was specially assigned that day to screen all the prospective employees in the company. “I know the kind of job that suits you without having to look at the files. Go in, then use the fire escape. The elevator is too good for someone like you to enter,” the security guard sneered. Jacob didn't answer, even though he was upset about being humiliated. It got him thinking, if people judge by appearances. Regarding whom the real identity is, it will be investigat
That night, Ewald, who knew that Torres was suspicious of Jacob, immediately contacted Emma. The old woman quickly sent Blade to keep an eye on Torres' movements. Meanwhile, Jacob began living in one of his parents' mansions in the town of Rowbon. The servants welcomed him with big smiles. They were thrilled that Rodriguez's only son had finally returned. “Hello,” said Jacob, looking so handsome, powerful, and friendly to his house servants after dressing himself up in a collection from Rivera Boutique. “Welcome back, Young Master Jacob Wyatt Rodriguez,” the servants replied with a bow. “No need to call me by a name that long. Just Wyatt. I'm starting to abandon the name Jacob. Nevertheless, I was once in your shoes as a servant,” he said with a charming smile. “Yes, Mr. Wyatt,” the servants replied, further admiring their young master, who was not only handsome, but also humble.They were so impressed to see Jacob look like a prince because he was wearing the exclusive suit he bou