Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez exchanged a quick, furtive glance, their minds racing to find a believable explanation for their daughter's absence."Oh, Leo, we were just...discussing the unusual weather. It's been so unpredictable lately,"Mr. Sanchez stumbled.Mrs. Sanchez nodded softly, her voice barely audible, "Yes, the weather has been quite erratic."Leo's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of doubt flickered in his eyes. "Really? Well, if you're sure, then I'll go."Leo entered the bedroom and discovered Andrea applying makeup at the vanity mirror."Andrea," Leo called out, "we need to talk now."Andrea paused, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and concern. "What's the matter, Leo?""I overheard your parents talking about me," Leo said, his voice filled with emotion."And it wasn't positive."Andrea's eyes widened. "That can't be true. They adore you a lot.""I heard them," Leo insisted. "They regret choosing me as their son-in-law."Andrea's face grew pale. "No, that's i
Evan's gaze remained unwavering as he locked eyes with Marga. "Long enough to hear about your gossip regarding the necklace, Marga."Marga stumbled over her words, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment. "I-I apologize, Sir. I didn't mean—""Enough," Evan interrupted, his tone sharp. "I didn't come here to discuss personal matters. I need to speak with you privately."Marga nodded, a mixture of apprehension and remorse evident on her face. She motioned towards her coworker. "Emily, could you please excuse us for a moment please?""Of course, Marga. I apologize, sir. I'll leave now," Emily replied, casting a curious glance at Evan before refocusing on her tasks.Evan led the way to a nearby conference room, his mind still processing the revelation of Marga's conversation. Once inside, he turned to face her, his features tense with anticipation."What was that all about, Marga?" he demanded, his voice low and controlled.Marga shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny, her earlier con
"What is it, Boss?" Elias asked, his voice calm and composed."I need you to arrange a meeting with Mr. San Fuente," Evan instructed firmly.Elias paused, taking a moment to fully grasp the seriousness of Evan's request."Why, boss?" he inquired."I want you to offer him a huge amount of money again. I heard his company is facing bankruptcy," Evan replied resolutely."Okay, Boss. So how much should we offer him?" Elias questioned."Leave it to me," he smirked. "What do you mean, Boss?" Elias asked, his confusion evident."There's a plot twist," Evan responded. "I am the one who will meet him. I will now reveal my identity to him," he declared. "I know he'll be shocked to learn that I'm the one who's been lending him money all this time," he added.Meanwhile, Mr. San Fuente sat in his cluttered office, the dim light from his computer screen illuminating the papers scattered across his desk. He rubbed his weary eyes and let out a heavy sigh, feeling the immense burden weighing him do
Mr. Fuente felt a surge of guilt rising within him, threatening to consume him whole. How dare Evan show his face here, after he fired him a long time ago? How dare he waltz in and act as though nothing had happened?"What are you doing here, Evan?" Mr. San Fuente demanded, his voice laced with venom. Evan's grin only widened at Mr. Fuente's question, a glint of malice dancing in his eyes."Oh, I think you already know the answer to that, Mr. San Fuente," he replied, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction. "I'm here to offer you a deal. A chance to save your precious little company from the brink of collapse."Mr. Fuente's blood ran cold at Evan's words. A deal? What kind of deal could Evan possibly offer him? And more importantly, what strings would be attached?"Don’t tell me you’re Elias' Boss" Mr. San Fuente shook his head.Evan leaned forward, his gaze locking onto Mr. San Fuente's with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. “Is it hard to believe, Mr.San Fuente?”he
Mr. San Fuente's eyes widened in shock at Evan's bold threat, his mind spinning with the implications of the situation. He had believed he had moved on from his past, but now it seemed that his youthful mistakes had caught up with him once more."You wouldn't dare," Mr. San Fuente murmured, his voice barely audible.However, Evan's demeanor remained cold and unyielding, his determination unwavering in the face of Mr. San Fuente's disbelief."Try me," he stated, his tone filled with malice.With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Mr. San Fuente realized he had no choice but to comply with Evan's demands. Evan handed him the signed check with a smirk."Here's your reward," he said."I can't believe you have this kind of wealth, Evan," Mr. San Fuente remarked."Mr. Winston, that's what you will call me," Evan declared."Okay, Mr. Winston. So you forgive me now?" Mr. San Fuente inquired.Evan looked at him with a cold smile and playfully replied, "What did i say?""Okay. You forgive me, a
Leo reluctantly agreed to terminate their contract, his voice barely audible as he spoke the words. However, he was determined to fight for compensation for the sudden end of their partnership."I demand 50% of your investment as a penalty for termination," Leo asserted firmly, despite the uncertainty in his heart.Mr. San Fuente's expression softened at Leo's request, a hint of sympathy flickering in his eyes."Very well," he conceded with resignation. "I agree to your terms."Mr. San Fuente shrugged, his gaze fixed on the table between them. "It's just business,Mr. Carter. Do you understand?"Leo felt anger surge within him, but he managed to maintain his composure."Certainly," he replied, his voice unwavering."However, I can't help but feel that there's more to this decision than just business."Mr. San Fuente stood up, his expression unreadable."I apologize, Mr. Carter. I wish you the best in your future endeavors." With that, he turned and left the restaurant, leaving Leo deep
Leo's fury ignited at the mention the name of Evan. He couldn't fathom how Mr. Sanchez could compare him to that bastard. Leo's hands tightened into fists as he struggled to control his anger."How dare you compare me with that despicable man!" Leo bellowed, his voice reverberating throughout the room."I have always treated Andrea with generosity and provided her with everything I have, something that Evan never did!"Mr. Sanchez's eyes narrowed, and he advanced a step, his face flushed with rage. "You think you're superior to him? You're just as reprehensible, if not worse!"Andrea intervened, placing herself between the two men, her hands extended in a pleading gesture."Please, both of you, stop this! I don't want to witness you fighting like this."Leo's anger gradually subsided as he gazed at Andrea, his eyes filled with concern."I apologize, Andrea. I didn't intend to create a scene. But I can't tolerate your father insulting me in such a manner."Mr. Sanchez crossed his arms
Mr. Sanchez was taken aback by Evan's unexpected generosity. He expressed his gratitude profusely, still trying to process the situation.Mr. Sanchez was in disbelief at what he was hearing. Evan, the man he had once looked down upon as poor and jobless, was now offering him a fortune to make up for his loss."Seriously? Is this for real?" Mr. Sanchez questioned.Evan smiled and urged him to go and reclaim what he had lost. Grateful but still unsure, Mr. Sanchez thanked Evan.Despite his efforts, Mr. Sanchez ended up losing the bet. The realization that he had been outsmarted by both Mr. Fimentel and Evan left him feeling frustrated and defeated. He knew he could never repay Evan the 10 million dollars he had promised."Frustrating! What on earth!" he exclaimed.As Mr. Sanchez pondered his defeat, Evan approached him once more with a surprising revelation."Mr. Sanchez," Evan's voice was calm and reassuring, "I don't expect you to repay the 10 million dollars.'Mr. Sanchez, filled wit