Andreo Fanta threw the back of his hand, after wiping it, to the side, with crushed ice floating under his eyes.
Amara Montellano’s pupils widened and her body, somewhat swollen, squirmed in the chair, “What are you doing!”.
Andreo Fanta turned on his phone and played a video directly: “Estevan Fanta mobbing. Do you know what will happen if the drug use video is handed over to the police?”.
Amara Montellano was angry and frightened, her voice trembling terribly, “Estevan is a Fanta family! Fanta family blood runs through his veins, how come he’s also your own brother? Andreo Fanta, are you still human?”
Andreo Fanta put his phone away and the corners of his cold, thin mouth curved slightly, “Dulcinia is also Estevan Fanta’s sister, how could you have the heart to send someone to steal her in the first place, if the newborn hadn’t been lucky enough to be picked up by a good person, she might have died.”
“Then what the hell do you want!”
Andreo Fanta’s dark eyes didn’t even blink as he spoke casually, “I don’t like the idea of sending you to the police.”
There are some people that heaven can’t stand.
People like Amara Montellano, for example, who have done bad things.
Adam Rouco had his hands in his pockets and a cold look on his face: “We have a score to settle with you for the kidnapping and murder of Estrella in Florence. ”
Amara Montellano suddenly burst out laughing: “That little cunt has been blessed with a great life! Twenty years ago, I was too kind! I should have stabbed her to death! I never thought she’d still be alive! And what I didn’t expect was that you’d find her in Florence! Hahahahahahahahahaha…. it was my mistake! I should have killed her.”
…
As he left the dark room, Adán Rouco handed the tape recorder to Andreo Fanta.
This is Amara Montellano’s statement.
“The confession plus the physical evidence, the charge of attempted intentional homicide will result in Amara Montellano spending at least ten years in prison.”
Adán Rouco dug into his pockets and kept walking with his long legs: “A person like that needs a life sentence or a death sentence to kill him”.
Andreo Fanta, recorder in hand, stared at Adán Rouco’s back and curved his thin lips: “It’s no coincidence”.
Adam Rouco paused in his pacing and turned, “By the way, I’m taking Estrella back to La Ciudad Santa in a few days. ”
“Go ahead, but I hope Dulcinia will return to spend more time with my mother in the future. My mother has missed her so much over the years.”
Adán Rouco nodded slightly: “Naturally”.
…
Estrella Berrocal has just come out of the bathroom, after taking a shower and fixing her hair, when she sees Adán Rouco sitting in an armchair reading a book.
“Where did you and my brother go just now? I looked around and couldn’t find you.”
“I took care of a few things.”
Adán Rouco put the book aside, pulled her onto his lap, put his big arm around her waist and said, “In a few days we will return to La Ciudad Santa, Paulita misses you.”
Estrella Berrocal’s heart breaks at the mention of Paulita: “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Paulita. ”
Adán Rouco took her hand in his and squeezed it in his palm: “We’ll be back as soon as we finish here, in the next few days”.
Estrella Berrocal emitted a tired “hmm”, then leaned over Adán Rouco’s shoulder and asked thoughtfully: “Do you think there is a relationship between Incendio Fanta and Sra.
Adán Rouco took the towel from her hand and wiped her damp hair: “Why are you thinking about that?
“I wondered if the feelings of people in … change and if someday we will be like that.”
Adam Rouco’s dark eyes bore into his small face, “In your mind, am I that scum?”
Estrella Berrocal: …
“I mean, people change.”
“But Incendio Fanta didn’t change, he cheated Mrs. Vasconcellos from the beginning, he didn’t want Mrs. Vasconcellos. ”
And that’s it: “What about Amara Montellano, the mistress of his choice?”
Adán Rouco took the little girl in his arms and headed for the big bed. “Incendio Fanta doesn’t necessarily like Amara Montellano either, if he really had Amara Montellano in mind, he wouldn’t have left in a hurry today before asking where she was. He wouldn’t have left in a hurry today before asking where Amara Montellano was.”
“So, this father of mine, he’s really a crummy father.”
Adán Rouco took her to the big bed: “You stay out of all this”.
The man reached out, touched her lower back and said, “Right now your peace of mind is more important than anything else.”
“Adam, do you sometimes think I’m useless? Very useless?”
Adán Rouco kissed his forehead and said calmly: “Don’t believe”.
Estrella Berrocal expected him to say some nice things about her next or something, but instead the man blurted out, “And you’ll have children. That’s something I won’t have.”
Estrella Berrocal: …
Does this man have cold humor? He’s not even funny.
…
It was after nine o’clock at night and Ciri Garzón was still not home.
Andreo Fanta frowned and made a few calls, but no one answered.
Over here, Ciri Garzón and her best friend Paz Sol went to the bar for a drink after their afternoon interview.
Since the death of Tavio Garzon, Ciri Garzon has become what many would call a “delinquent girl,” smoking, drinking and dancing, doing it all.
If all of Ciudad del Rey knew that she and Andreo Fanta had that kind of relationship, all of Ciudad del Rey would also think that she, Ciri Garzón, was not worthy of a man as blameless as Andreo Fanta.
Paz Sol, tired from dancing, seemed to hear Ciri Garzón’s phone ringing in the noisy bar and exclaimed in Ciri Garzón’s ear, “Ciri your phone seems to be ringing!”
“I don’t want to take it!”
Ciri Garzón knew with her toes who had called her.
“It’s not your family President Andreo again, is it?”
“It’s not from my house!”
The two men exchanged words loudly in the discotheque.
“I can’t, I can’t, I’m too tired to take a break and go get a drink!”
Paz Sol pulls Ciri Garzón through the disco and then heads to the bar.
Everything was a little quieter, but not much better, and Paz Sol looked at her watch to check the time, “It’s almost ten o’clock, is it really okay if you don’t come back?”.
“I don’t want to come back tonight, I’ll sleep at your place later.”
Paz Sol’s head hurt: “The last time you slept in my house for three days, President Andreo worked as a car model under my house for three days, and every morning when I saw him, I felt sorry for him. How is it possible that such a good cabbage could be taken by such an ungrateful pig like you?”.
“I’ll let you have it if you want.” Ciri Garzón tugged at the corners of her lips.
“I don’t like President Andreo again.”
Paz Sol took a sip of her juice and, with a twinkle in her eye, saw a somewhat familiar figure, tapped Ciri Garzón on the arm and asked, “Look, isn’t that Estevan Fanta, the brother of President Andreo?”
Estevan Fanta?
Ciri Garzón turns his head and there’s the stinking scoundrel!
Ciri Garzón grabbed her purse and pulled Paz Sol aside: “Come on, this guy is a pervert. He’s a pervert.”
As she was about to flee, Estevan Fanta swerved behind her and called out, “Ciri Garzón!”
Estevan Fanta grabbed Ciri Garzón’s hand with a glint of surprise in his eyes, “It’s really you! It’s been a long time.”
“Let go of me, I’m going home!” Ciri Garzón froze her little face.
Paz Sol glared at Estevan Fanta and said: “You didn’t hear me when I told you to let go! Ciri let her go”.
Paz Sol was about to leave with Ciri Garzón in tow when Estevan Fanta followed them and blocked their way.
“Ciri Garzón, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, you look very pretty again, Andreo Fanta hasn’t touched you much for keeping you so well.”
Estevan Fanta talked dirty. Ciri Garzón opened her hand: “Do not touch me!
“Me, I don’t have a bad temper, but it’s okay, I like spicy!”
Estevan Fanta is with some foxy friends, and the boys smile grumpily as they surround Ciri Garzón and Paz Sol.