NovelEnglishChapter 44
The innocent kiss was starting to spiral out of control. A surge of desire ignited through Carlos' body, sparking
from his spine to his lower part, and reaching deep into his heart.
Reluctantly, Carlos pulled away, their foreheads touching as they both struggled to catch their breath. His gray
eyes gazed at Mikayla's flushed lips, the misty haze in her eyes making her even more enchanting His gaze
becincreasingly intense,
"I'm afraid | won't be able to control myself," he murmured, his voice smooth and seductive, stirring something
deep inside her. How could anyone resist such a voice? Mikayla felt as if it was like poison, intoxicating and
dangerous,
"Mika. Carlos whispered.
"Mmmm. Mikayla replied softly.
Tmay be away for a month," he said.
"Hmm.." Mikayla hummed in response.
Ill be back before our wedding: Carlos promised
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The wedding was just two weeks away, the end of February, and Spring would arrive in Xosa. Their wedding was
set for that time.
Carlos had chosen the date, saying spring was the season she loved. She hadn't said anything, but somehow, he
knew.
"Okay..." Mikayla responded. Deep down, she felt a twinge of disappointment, but she understood. She had
chosen him partly because of his frequent absences. Now, she felt like she was being greedy. She wondered if
moving on from one relationship to another so quickly was good or bad
His passionate kisses quickened her heartbeat.
"Mikayla, wait for me, Carlos said.
While romance blossomed in the car, chewhere, things were quite different.
At Champs Ave Cove inside Septem Nightclub, a woman stood there, trembling in fear, flanked by two
bodyguards in black suits.
Suddenly, the door swung open, flooding the room with light, intensifying the woman's terror. She whispered. "It
wasn't me. It wasn't me."
"Mr. Cabello, I've handed her over. In the future, please pay more attention to the Webb family's businesses.
Walter spoke obsequiously to the tall, imposing man before him while wearing a fawning smile. "Walter, Walter...
Help me!" Upon hearing the familiar voice, Priscilla called out loudly, as if she had found her savior.
"Well then, Mr. Cabello, I'll take my leave. Despite Priscilla's plea for help, Walter turned a deaf ear.
"Walter, you can't do this. I'm your girlfriend!" As the door closed, Priscilla's last hope vanished. Tears streamed
down her face, her expression twisted in despair. It was unfathomable how just a moment ago, Walter could be
whispering sweet nothings, and now, he could be so heartless. Sitting on the bejeweled couch, Elvis was bathed
in warm light, his cold demeanor resembling that of a malevolent demon "Is it her?" His gaze, deep and icy,
pierced through the woman on the ground
"Yes, Mr. Cabello. The surveillance footage confirms it's her, replied the black-clad man beside him, his
expression devoid of emotion.
"It wasn't me. It wasn't me, Mr. Cabello Priscilla cried, causing her makeup to smudge. Under the dim lights of
the room, her face was a picture of horror. She crawled to Elvis feet and clutched at his immaculate trousers
"Now that it's her, then follow the protocol," he said coldly, sending shivers down everyone's spine.
Septem Nightclub was known not just for its services, but for its secrecy. Anyone who leaked information about
what happened inside faced severe punishment. It was the perfect spot for high-ranking officials to have their
affairs.
"No, no. | don't want to!" Priscilla shook her head frantically, wiping tears from her face and clawing at Elvis'
pants, desperate to hold on "Mr. Cabello, | can stay and serve you! | have a great body..." Priscilla didn't care that
others were watching. She started to undo the buttons on her blouse, willing to do anything to stay couldn't
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmunderstand how selling a photo to a news agency had led to this Lay alive. Ev
Even now.
she
"Take her away!" Elvis' voice was icy, his eyes disdainfully glancing at the woman at his feet. "And also deal with
whoever was responsible for this
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Chapter 44
private room back then," he added, ignoring Priscilla's desperate cries.
"Got it. We've also taken care of things with the news agency The guard in black bent down, used his sleeve to
wipe the stains off Elvis pants, and thought. 'What fools! Didn't they understand the rules of Septem Nightclub?
Didn't they know that our boss detests women? Did they think our boss could be described as a male escort?
Have they ever seen such a tall, aloof, and handsescort! They're digging their graves!!
"But we've also discovered that a woman was acting suspiciously, apparently following Mr. Ludwig and Ms.
Salvatore," the guard reported.
*Send her to the hell too," Elvis ordered.
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