Salvino got out of the car, walked over to the red 911 and knocked on the window.
“Hello, need help?”
The window rolled down to reveal a white, pretty, extremely young face, and it was indeed a female driver.
Paula Rouco looked in the rearview mirror at the black Bentley behind her and knew she was getting in someone else’s way.
She was quick to apologize, “Sorry, I’m a little bad at backing up.”
Salvino politely said, “If the lady doesn’t mind, I can serve her.”
Salvino thought: it’s a shame to waste the boss’s time backing up when every second counts.
Paula Rouco’s eyes lit up, someone couldn’t have done a better job of backing up for her, her head ached.
She unbuckled her seat belt and said with a slight smile, “Then I’ll thank you, sir.”
Paula Rouco opens the door and gets out of the car.
The moment you get out of the car.
The man in the back seat of the black Bentley looked up and saw a familiar figure in his memory.
The light in Severo Laris’ eyes, slowly becoming clearer.
When Paula Rouco turned to look at the black Bentley, she saw clearly and distinctly the little face she had been longing for.
That’s her.
In the heart, emerging.
Salvino was able to park Paula Rouco’s car in the blink of an eye.
Paula Rouco thanked him kindly, “Thank you very much.”
“You’re welcome.”
After a slight nod from both men, Salvino returned to the black Bentley.
Paula Rouco parked her car and then entered the Oasis building with her bag.
The windows of the black Bentley slowly rolled down.
Severo Laris’ dark, deep gaze rested on the slender back and his thin lips parted, “Dale.”
Salvino froze, not understanding what his boss meant, “Boss?”
“I said, hit that Porsche 911.”
Salvino thought he had misheard and unconsciously asked, “Why?”.
For no reason, did that lady piss off the boss?
Severo Laris pursed his thin lips and said quietly, “No reason, do as you are told.”
Salvino: “…”
Is it really good to do that?
But with the boss’s orders here, Salvino had no choice and mentally wailed for the pretty girl.
The Porsche 911, such as it is, is a great car, and in anyone’s hands it would be a treasure.
The driver would be heartbroken if she actually crashed into it.
Salvino gritted his teeth, stepped on the accelerator with his eyes closed and bang.
The black Bentley slammed into the front of the 911.
Salvino stared at the crash site, wide-eyed and momentarily stunned.
Severo Laris, in the back seat, is calm and relaxed, his expression neither rising nor falling.
Salvino asked, “Boss, what now?”.
Severo Laris instructed in a soft voice: “Leave a phone number of the car owner so we can communicate with him about the incident.”
Salvino: “…”
What’s up with the boss today, is he looking for something to do?
Salvino only dares to mutter in his mind about his boss, without saying much.
Severo Laris remembers again, “Leave your number.”
“Huh?” The more Salvino thought about it, the less he understood, “Yes, boss.”
After leaving the phone number and parking the car, Severo Laris and Salvino got out of the car and entered the Oasis building.
…
Tonight’s charity dinner, organized by the Xunta Group, invited several elites and bigwigs from the business world.
The clothes were on, the drinks were on and there was champagne and flowers everywhere.
Water-snake-waisted beauties came and went.
As soon as Paula Rouco entered the venue, she called out to Susana.
Perhaps there were too many people in the ballroom and it was too noisy for Susana to hear the call.
Paula Rouco stepped aside, grabbed a glass of juice and ate some muffins.
Soon the call came from Velazquez Moral: “Hello Paulita, have you arrived yet? Where are you, they’re looking for you on stage to play the piano over here.”
Paula Rouco hurried to put down her juice and said, “Oh, I’m coming, I’ve seen you in …”.
She scanned the crowd, spotted the eager Velazquez Moral and headed toward her, phone in hand.
And just as he advanced, Severo Laris reached over, picked up the glass of juice he had been drinking and took a sip straight from his mouth.
Salvino thought the boss was blind and didn’t see that there was a woman’s lipstick mark on the juice glass.
Is it appropriate for the boss, who is not around women, to drink juice that a woman has drunk?
Salvino cautiously recalled: “Boss … that, you’ve got the wrong glass, this glass of juice was just drunk by someone else.”
Severo Laris calmly took another sip and calmly looked at Salvino again, “I know, I’m not blind.”
Salvino: “…”
Sweat wipes, the boss is too weird today, the brain … in the water?
Severo Laris, at Salvino’s puzzled look, picked up a fork and took a bite of the muffin that Paula Rouco had just left unfinished.
Salvino: “…”
There were mountains of pastries and juices on the table, why was the boss eating people’s leftovers?
Severo Laris pursed his thin lips, his face imperturbable as he commented, “It tastes good.”
Salvino: “…”
What the hell?
Soon Severo Laris was mobbed by his business associates.
And the room was filled with the melodious sound of a piano.
“Professor Laris, I heard that the MO Group is coming back to the country and I think we will certainly have opportunities to work together afterwards.”
Severo Laris frowned slightly and said, “Get out of the way.”
Dry Industry owner Lee was taken aback, thinking he had upset Severo Laris somewhere, “Professor Laris?”
Severo Laris had reached out and pushed his shoulder away, “You’re blocking my view.”
Chief Lee turned and followed Severo Laris’ animated gaze as his eyes fell on the pianist on the stage.
Chief Li smiled and said, “Professor Laris likes to listen to the piano. My daughter also plays the piano, why don’t you let my youngest daughter meet Professor Laris tomorrow?”.
Severo Laris is silent and doesn’t take any hint.
His eyes focused on the girl on the stage, she looked like a rose in bloom, delicate, beautiful and striking.
Severo Laris selfishly tries to hide her, and it’s a sour feeling when too many people see her in all her splendor.
But then he wants others to know how wonderful his girl, his child, is.
Deep in the floating light, she was looking at the piano book next to the piano under the crystal chandelier, her thin lips curved.
Meeting each other is still a joy.
After the song, Paula Rouco emerged from the stage and mingled with the audience.
She wore a simple lemon yellow dress that shone white against her skin.
Severo Laris’ gaze, following her figure.
There were too many women approaching Severo Laris, but he was so cold and distant, with the words “do not enter” written on his body, that the women at the party didn’t bother to leave.
Paula Rouco is standing at the table, holding a strawberry shortcake and eating it.
Next to her, a man with champagne approached to engage her in conversation.
Severo Laris’ eyes were extremely cold, as if he couldn’t contain himself any longer, and he approached with his long legs.
“lita.”
Paula Rouco stiffened, thinking she was hallucinating, and turned in disbelief.
The man, in his suit, stood in the glazed light, handsome and clear, like a ghost.
His dark, sunken eyes were full of surprise.
Through the void of air, all four eyes fixed on a long-awaited reunion, his mind went blank.
He had imagined many reunions, but none so direct and abrupt as this one.
Severo Laris steps into the light, his elegant figure more subdued and restrained than ever.
Paula Rouco unconsciously squeezed his palm and finally smiled with slight indifference as he approached her.
“It’s been a long time, Mr. Severo.”
In the eyes, there is indifference.