Eduardo Tercero returned to the Villa Real exhausted.
The old forces had long been dissatisfied with his rather radical policies and had been building up resentment and anger against him for years, and had long wanted to find a pretext to suppress him, even to the point of toppling him from his post as chief of staff of the Concealment Organization.
It is very annoying.
“President Eduardo, you’re back.”
As soon as Almira Arenas saw Eduardo Tercero, she quickly smiled and said, “President Eduardo, what would you like to eat today, I told Soledad to cook it himself for lunch today.”
Eduardo Tercero raised his hand and tugged at the tie around his neck, slightly annoyed, he frowned slightly and threw out a cursory, “Whatever.”
Almira Arenas could see he was in a bad mood and yet she smiled sweetly, “President Eduardo, Almira doesn’t do casual.”
Eduardo Tercero ignored her joke and, with only a glance toward the room, asked, “Where is Claudio Belles?”
Speaking of her, Almira Arenas immediately said, “Miss Claudio left with her boyfriend early in the morning, I don’t know if she will be back for lunch, President Eduardo, why don’t I call Miss Claudio? ”
Eduardo Tercero’s brow furrowed further, but he did not sulk, he just dropped a subdued “No need, let her.”
Eduardo Tercero then went upstairs to the study.
Almira Arenas was glad to see that President Eduardo had finally grown impatient with Claudio Belles, that he had so consumed her patience that President Eduardo should have left her alone long ago.
With this in mind, Almira Arenas was in an even happier mood and headed to the kitchen to prepare the lunchtime show of her skills.
…
Today the woman who always spoils her fun is not here and the only other people in the villa besides her and President Eduardo are the servants.
Almira Arenas also had the audacity to end up drugging the soup she was making.
At lunchtime, Eduardo Tercero and Almira Arenas were the only two people at the table, and Claudio Belles did not eat again.
Eduardo Tercero did not have much of an appetite.
Almira Arenas handed him a bowl of soup and said in a low voice: “President Eduardo, if you have no appetite, at least have some soup to warm up your stomach”.
Eduardo Tercero took it and drank it straight from the bottle.
The smile in Almira Arenas’ eyes grew sweeter as she looked at the bowl of soup Eduardo Tercero had finished. “President Eduardo, would you like something else to eat? I’ve been cooking these dishes for a long time.”
“No need.”
Eduardo Tercero wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief and got up to leave the table.
Almira Arenas watched Eduardo Tercero’s back as he walked up the stairs, the smile of triumph on his red lips becoming more and more evident.
Soon … she will be the legitimate wife of President Eduardo’s name.
She would like to see how that Claudio Belles can still be arrogant!
…
Shortly after Edward the Third returned to the study, he found that the blood in his body, from top to bottom, seemed to begin to boil, and a surge of dryness and heat that could not be ignored came from every limb.
The lump in the man’s throat slipped, his large hand pressed against the edge of the desk in an effort of stoic restraint.
A flush of heat ran across the cold, solemn white face.
Eduardo Tercero raised his arm, picked up his cell phone and simply called Aurelio.
But Aurelio, on the other end, was up to no good, and no one was answering the phone.
Damn it!
A click.
The studio door is pushed open by Almira Arenas.
The woman’s soft, delicate voice rang out, “Presidente Eduardo.”
Eduardo Tercero clenched his fists, gritting his teeth in restraint, the veins in his temples bulging as he tried to remain calm and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Almira Arenas approached him, pretending to raise her hand and touch Eduardo Tercero’s, and blurted out, “President Eduardo, how hot is your body, President Eduardo are you sick?”
Eduardo Tercero pushed her hand away with a gesture, “I’m fine, go away.”
Instead of leaving, Almira Arenas grabbed Eduardo Tercero’s arm and pressed herself against him, saying in a tender and concerned tone, “President Eduardo, you are sick, I’m not leaving, you need me now. ”
Eduardo Tercero’s dark eyes glowed with a bitter, dark aura, and his long fingers cupped Almira Arenas’ chin as he asked, “Did you steal the food?”
Almira Arenas looked like an innocent little white bunny, red-eyed and biting her lip as she explained, “Not me, President Eduardo, President Eduardo what’s wrong with you?”
“You go away.”
Eduardo Tercero didn’t want to tangle with her too much and after pulling her arms away, Almira Arenas wrapped her arms around Eduardo Tercero’s waist again.
“President Eduardo, do you want to … do you want me? I … I can give President Eduardo. ”
Almira Arenas blushed and uttered these words, her hands already unbuttoning Eduardo Tercero’s shirt.
“Let go.” Eduardo Tercero ordered.
Almira Arenas, having seized the perfect opportunity, did not want to let go and wrapped herself around Eduardo Tercero, kissing and hugging him in rapture.
In front of Eduardo Tercero, she doesn’t want to be a girl, she doesn’t want to be a girl, she doesn’t want to be a girl, she wants Eduardo Tercero.
“President Eduardo, love me, OK … I love you very much…”
It was a scene of embarrassment and… Embarrassed and unspeakably sour, Almira Arenas screamed, stripped, wrapped herself tightly around Eduardo Tercero and stood on tiptoe to send her red lips …
Eduardo Tercero’s sanity, almost burned.
As Almira Arenas tangled with him, Eduardo Tercero’s arm swung a stack of photographs from the table onto the carpet.
It was Alvino Escajeda who got someone to follow him and Claudio Belles to take the picture.
Eduardo Tercero looked down, and in the chaos of his vision, he saw the woman in the photo, and desire came fiercely to him, but a voice brought him back to a moment of calm and self-control.
Eduardo Tercero closed his eyes slightly, his mind recalling the words of the once dominant little fox….
“If President Eduardo has looked at many women before, he can only look at me in the future. If President Edward has not looked at other women before, then he cannot look at other women in the future either.”
In the heart, trembling.
The body feverishly tries to look at the little fox and then crushes it in his arms, fiercely …
The desk phone suddenly rang.
Eduardo Tercero struggled to maintain his last vestiges of sanity, reached for the cell phone and picked it up.
Instead, Almira Arenas snatched it away, clutching the cell phone tightly, and ran to the window sill, crying without dignity and pleading, “Don’t answer … President Eduardo begs you not to answer …. …”
Almira Arenas knows exactly what it would mean if the plan failed today.
She would have lost Eduardo Tercero completely.
He is not available.
She can’t afford to lose President Eduardo.
Almira Arenas throws the phone, straight out the window.
Eduardo Tercero quickly heads for the studio door, only to be disturbed again by Almira Arenas.
Eduardo Tercero was so weak from the effects of the drugs that enveloped her so tightly that he could not push.
…
Claudio Belles met Aurelio in the courtyard when he returned to the Villa Real.
Aurelio panicked and ran into the house, where he was grabbed by Claudio Belles.
“You’re a thief, aren’t you, why are you running away?”
Aurelio’s face was tense, “President Eduardo called me an hour ago and I was busy and didn’t hear him.”
Claudio Belles put his arms around him and mocked him, “I didn’t realize you were so afraid of Eduardo Tercero. ”
“President Eduardo if something happens and I don’t get there in time, I’m going to die a horrible death!”
Claudio Belles and Aurelio were on their way to the door of Eduardo Tercero’s studio when they heard a strange noise.
Claudio Belles: “…”
Aurelio put his ear close to the door and leaned in to listen carefully, “What is it, companion?”.
Claudio Belles looked at Aurelio slumped against the door and, God forbid, lifted a foot and kicked Aurelio straight into the study.