Micaela was a bit stunned, yes, she was also in that news, but it seems that it is just a hit, the focus of these reports are Carlos and Nicolas….
That said, it’s the first time she’s been in the dock and she’s not the main one?
Micaela is relieved to see Carlos so calm…
Eager to flirt with her, that didn’t seem to be a big deal, and she gradually calmed down enough to ask:
-And then what?
Carlos didn’t beat around the bush either.
-These reports, which go very much to Mr. Nicolas’s face and to yours, don’t do us any harm. Micaela was a little surprised and picked up her phone again to take a closer look.
There is nothing derogatory in the report, not only about who Carlos’ biological mother is, but also about Evangelina, who was present at the time, except for a vague mention that Carlos was hospitalized and Mr. Nicolas went to visit him, largely speculating about their relationship, but implicitly stating that they were father and son, but….
Dragon City, or the head of Salamonsa, no one would have dared to exploit under normal circumstances, asked Micaela, somewhat puzzled:
-In that case, is this story being sent just to beat the heat and satisfy the curiosity about his identity that people had before? Micaela knows for sure that it is not.
Although, at first glance, the story is moderately free of unpleasant words, it is common knowledge that Mr. Nicolas’ wife had only two children, and where did this son come from out of nowhere, people will associate …..
Arrived at the destination, Carlos looked carefully ahead, looking for a place to park, and said slowly:
-Don’t worry girl, we will soon find out. …
Nicolas made a reservation at a quaint Chinese restaurant.
The waiter waits at the door and, seeing Carlos and Micaela, respectfully leads them to a reserved room on the second floor.
The room is decorated in a very old style, push open the wooden door, the eye is the gray tiled floor, snow-white walls hung with calligraphy and paintings, right in the center is a round mahogany table with a white jade turntable on it, to the left of the table is a mahogany shelf with porcelain on it, to the right is a landscape painting display, beyond the place to make tea….
Nicholas has already arrived and is waiting at the round table.
He was dressed formally, his suit was straight, his face was a little nervous, a little agitated, and completely devoid of the majesty of the lord of a city, who, at this moment, was nothing more than a father waiting for his son’s approval.
This is how Micaela felt when she saw Nicolas….
-Carlos, Moya, you are already here, sit down inside and have some tea first….
Nicolas saw the two men come in, led by the waiter, and immediately got up to greet them, with a few attentive and ingratiating touches on his face.
Micaela squirmed a little at the affectionate way he addressed her, knowing that she had shouted at him yesterday:
As good as you are as Lord of the City and as much as you have done for Salamonsa, you have failed in this life!
But she did not regret having said such a thing.
Fortunately, Carlos was fine, but if he had been, she would never have let it go.
Carlos led the girl inside, gave her a weak glance, nodded his head and answered politely and courteously:
-Mr. Nicolas.
Nicolas, a bit self-absorbed at the rusty address, forced a smile and led them behind the screen.
It is also very spacious, with a rectangular mahogany tea table and a full range of tea making utensils.
Nicholas greeted them as he took a seat at the head table and prepared tea.
Carlos pulls out a stool, accommodates the girl and sits down next to her.
Nicholas has the aura of a powerful man at the top of the pyramid, a man who is not afraid of his own authority, and whose hands are so methodical in the preparation of tea that there is something artistic about it.
He prepared the tea, took the cups with tongs and placed them one by one in front of the two men.
Carlos picked up the tea box on the table, a small square box, and looked at it closely, and also took out a packet of tea leaves wrapped inside, turned it over, looked at it, smelled it and asked:
-Mr. Nicholas, is this the tea under the bamboo forest?
Nicolas was pleased with Carlos’ initiative to start the conversation.
-Yes, this variety is the only one we have here, honeyed and sweet, it is also exported to other countries and has sold very well. Micaela observed Carlos’ movement and her mind wandered, remembering what he had told her that time after going to PeslaNilson City to talk about speculation, water, plants, air….
This tea is also a plant and is relevant to people?
Watching as Carlos picks up his cup of tea, Micaela unconsciously tries to tell him not to drink it, Carlos peeks over and passes her a reassuring look….
Taking a sip, Carlos puts down his cup of tea and says nonchalantly:
-Good tea. Nicolas was very pleased, and half-heartedly, with a certain heaviness, asked:
-Since we are, Carlos, Moya, about what happened between Patricia and me, would you be interested to know? Micaela looked and Nicolas’ expression was very soft.
Carlos nods as he leans against the backrest.
-That’s one of the reasons we came to see you.