Chapter 15

“Love is the strongest of all passions, for it attacks the head, the heart, and the senses simultaneously.”—Lao Tzu.

Denis went to Camila's desk and sat in his chair, leaning back. Camila frowned, looking up at him.

He's so arrogant, taking over my table as if it were his own.

Denis took his cell phone out of his pocket and then searched for “Camila Cavalcanti, Brasil” on the internet. Automatically, Camila's images appeared, on many occasions, especially with her family and friends.

She's a little wild, drinking with her friends in these photos. Huum, daughter of Fernando Cavalcanti, huh?

— I know a Cavalcanti in Brazil. Ferdinand, actually. Do you know him by chance? he asked, pretending he didn't know the answer.

- He is my father.

- Serious? I did business with him a while ago. Uncle Gregorio introduced us. I didn't know he had such a beautiful daughter. He said, grinning mischievously.

Camila's face reddened.

— Then why are you working here, when you're already filthy ri