Marco roughly wiped his face as he sat in the jet headed to Shanghai, China. Unaware of the complexity that awaited him—chaos initiated by Jacob impacting his other businesses. Similarly, Edward faced his own challenges, but Marco's thoughts halted as Pedro approached."Sir," Pedro spoke, finally capturing Marco's attention."It's been over two days since Sir left Madam, yet Sir hasn't contacted her," Pedro reminded Marco. Marco cursed under his breath, massaging his temples."Yeah, I almost forgot to check in with my wife. She must be worried. Hand me my phone," Marco said, prompting Pedro to nod. After handing over Marco's phone, Pedro stepped back and took his seat. Marco powered on his intentionally turned-off phone, glancing at over 15 missed calls from their home phone. Frustrated with himself, Marco dialed their residence."Hello, where's Letta?" Marco inquired when Desi answered."Madam just entered her room to rest, Sir. Should I connect you to her?" Desi asked, momentarily s
Marco walked back to his private jet after dealing with a few individuals who would now pay for what they had done to him. He sat down and leaned back."Sir, you should rest. For today, we'll return to the hotel and handle the rest tomorrow," Pedro suggested, causing Marco to look at his subordinate."No, especially with what we still have to resolve. I want all of this to be over as soon as possible. I really need to meet Letta," Marco said, his last words sounding like a whisper, indicating how much he needed his wife."But if Sir insists, your condition won't be good," Pedro expressed concern about his boss's well-being."It's not the first or second time you've seen this, is it? Have you ever seen me relax when there are problems I face?" Marco retorted, leaving Pedro silent."But everything can be continued tomorrow, Sir. We just need to handle the remaining matters in Chicago," Pedro suggested again."What about the others?" Marco inquired."It seems the news that has circulated
Marco hurriedly ran to the hospital where his father was, after Pedro informed him that Helena had contacted him, stating that Edward had suffered a heart attack and was currently in critical condition. Marco stopped in his tracks upon seeing his mother, who was hunched over, sobbing."Mommy," Marco uttered, causing Helena to look up and immediately embrace her only son."Look, your Daddy is lying there helpless," said Helena, directing Marco's gaze towards Edward, who lay with medical equipment attached to his body."What actually happened?" Marco asked, as Helena looked up, gripping the jacket Marco was wearing."Of course. It's all because of your cousin and uncle. They've messed up everything your Daddy fought for from scratch, and now that things are going well, they effortlessly try to slowly pull away what we have," Helena explained, prompting Marco to wipe tears from his mother's face."Don't worry, I've taken care of each issue that I should have. Daddy doesn't need to worry
Marco immediately tried to contact his home phone number while sitting beside his still critically ill father. Despite the challenging situation, Marco attempted to maintain composure, knowing that many people depended on him: thousands of employees in his company, his father, his mother, and Letta along with their unborn child. All these responsibilities pressured Marco to resolve everything quickly to prevent any adverse consequences. He pondered until the call connected, and he inquired about his wife's whereabouts."Where is Letta?" Marco asked as the phone connection was established. No response on the other end left Marco staring at his phone screen."Hello, Desi, can you hear me?" Marco questioned again, encountering only silence."I miss you." In that moment, Marco felt his heart racing, warmth flooding his chest just from hearing the soft, faint voice on the other side."Are you okay there?" Letta asked, stirring emotions in Marco that he couldn't contain. Marco thought he co
The next step Marco needs to take is to meet Arabella in person, even though he is aware that Helena has already taken the initiative to contact Arabella's family for collaboration with their company. However, Marco chooses a different path, intending to do things in his own way. He shifts his gaze towards Pedro, who, like him, is still unable to rest."Do you already know where Arabella is?" Marco asks again."She's currently in Paris, Sir," Pedro replies, prompting Marco to nod."In that case, arrange a meeting with her. Let her know that I want to meet her personally," Marco says again, causing Pedro to nod immediately. Marco needs to move quickly amid completing all his projects in Chicago. He also has to find time to meet Arabella amidst a stack of files and emails that he needs to go through. Marco is still trying to figure out the next steps and plan. He continues to monitor the condition of his father, who remains in the same state."Alright, let's first inspect our projects i
Pedro entered Marco's room as soon as they arrived in Paris, ensuring that Carlos was securely in his grasp."Sir, you can now meet Miss Arabella; she's waiting at one of the hotel's restaurants in the city center," Pedro says, causing Marco to halt his movements on the screen in front of him."In that case, prepare for another 15 minutes. I'll be there," Marco says. After that, he moves swiftly, organizing and preparing the documents he needs to show Arabella. Once everything is ready, Marco heads to the agreed-upon hotel for their meeting.It doesn't take long for Marco to arrive at the promised restaurant. He sits in the pre-booked chair, but he furrows his brow when Arabella hasn't arrived after almost 15 minutes of waiting. Marco immediately contacts Pedro, who is waiting in another room in the hotel."Can you confirm that the time mentioned by Arabella is correct?" Marco asks, making Pedro nod."Yes, Sir. I've checked several times, and the restaurant seat reservation matches wh
Letta then stepped out of her room out of boredom. She tried to survey her surroundings, observing several servants cleaning the area."Where's Desi?" Letta asked one of the servants."She was behind Madam, watching the employees tidying up the backyard," the servant replied, prompting Letta to nod."The backyard with the high fence?" Letta asked, making the servant nod."Alright, then I'll go there," Letta said, causing the servant to be slightly startled and stop her mistress."Should I fetch Desi for you, Madam?" the servant asked, but Letta shook her head."No need, I want to find out myself. What's happening in that backyard? All I see is overgrown bushes left neglected, so are they clearing it now?" Letta inquired, making the servant nod slightly."In that case, should I accompany you, Madam?" the servant asked again, and Letta shook her head."No need. I can manage on my own. Besides, you all have a lot of work, don't you? Just continue with your tasks," Letta said, making the
Desi glanced at Letta, who was now sitting while watching a large TV in front of her with a variety of fruit snacks and other sweets. Letta looked towards Desi, who was sitting farther away."Desi, sit here, accompany me in watching," Letta said, making Desi just smile."It's okay, Madam. I can stay here with you. Besides, I need to check on the other servants," Desi said, causing Letta to look around."It's almost evening. Besides, they don't need to be supervised. Just let them be; they might be tired from the whole day's work. So, relax here," Letta said, eventually making Desi sit closer to her."Come closer. It's fine here. Don't sit far away like that," Letta said again, making Desi finally sit closer. Desi then looked at the TV show Letta was watching, like romantic dramas that always captivated Letta's attention."Isn't their love story so tragic? I follow every episode," Letta said, making Desi just smile."Yes, I followed it in the early episodes, but not anymore," Desi said