Chapter 11

“Ana Mystica...” I turned to Martin, who was organizing my belongings at the hospital. “Is that my new name?” I asked, a smile on my face.

He sighed and nodded to me. “You’re no longer Bernardino, okay?” I nodded and turned to face him. “You have a lot more to learn in politics, business, and associations with influential people,” he said. I took a deep breath and nodded.

I should listen to him because Martin is an expert in situations like this. This is the beginning of my revenge.

Martin coughed to get my attention, so I looked at him again. “Don’t worry, I’ll hire people to teach you everything you need to know,” he said as he approached me. “Paris is there to help you with anything you can learn.” I bit my lower lip and turned away from him.

“Isn’t that awkward for Paris? I’m already bothering her at work,” I sighed.

I was bothering with Martin’s friends. They cannot manage their time because of me. When he put a scarf on me, I was stunned, so I looked at him, who was also starin