Verdad Jesus seemed indignant after being banished from the room by Montrelle Herran.
She had to be in Mrs. Montrelle’s place, three years ago she had not taken her chance, three years later, how could she miss that chance again!
How was I going to break up with Montrelle Herran if I had known he was the successor to the Herran Group in the first place?
If she had Montrelle Herran on her hands, she would be playing in the entertainment industry, instead of asking people, producers and directors to give her a job, and selling her chicks!
The idea is that the fingers of True Jesus are squeezed even tighter and his knuckles are pale.
…
In the bedroom, Montrelle Herran looked at her phone and frowned slightly; it appeared to have been tampered with.
But when I opened the phone’s caller ID, there was no new call.
By clicking on WhatsApp, instead, Claudio Belles sends a few WhatsApps that he forgot to return.
Since he had just returned to The Herran Family and had more to take care of, he took a moment to answer her.
The little woman asked him when he was going to get home and asked him why he had not answered her, if he was busy at work.
Montrelle Herran hooked her lips and called immediately.
…
When Claudio Belles received another call from Montrelle Herran, he did not immediately pick up the phone, but looked indignantly at the caller ID.
The damn man had the audacity to call her!
Claudio Belles picked up the phone with an exasperated sigh, resisting the urge to curse and not speaking immediately.
The man on the other end, in his usual low, soft voice: “Honey, are you free from work? I’ve been a bit busy with business trips lately and forgot to call you on WhatsApp.”
“…”
He was busy with work, or he was busy dating his mistress!
Claudio Belles was getting more and more irritated and his chest hurt with rage!
Montrelle Herran saw that Claudio Belles on the other side was hesitating to speak and frowned slightly, “What’s the matter, wife, why don’t you say anything?”
As soon as Claudio Belles spoke, he shouted loudly, “Montrelle Herran!”
“… What’s up, Mrs. Montrelle.”
“Since when did you have a girlfriend! I can’t believe that I, as a wife, didn’t even know!”
Montrelle Herran was stunned and his dark eyes sank, “What girlfriend are you talking about? I don’t have a girlfriend, you’re the only woman I have.”
“You’re a big liar! And the woman who answered my phone is a ghost! She said she was your girlfriend!”
Montrelle Herran reacted, presumably the wife of Verdad Jesus!
Montrelle Herran gritted his teeth and said, “Honey, yes you misunderstood, that woman just answered my phone, I didn’t know, I threw her out!”
“And you lied to me! She’s in your room, and you’re still a sophist!”
“Honey, I was just in the shower and I really didn’t know he was in my room.”
Claudio Belles bit his lip and said: “Montrelle Herran, you’ll be back tomorrow! O … or you will never see me again.”
Claudio Belles dropped these words and simply hung up.
Montrelle Herran put a hand to her brow bone, picked up her phone and walked out of the bedroom and headed downstairs.
“Truth Jesus!”
Truth Jesus, who was sitting downstairs in the living room, peeling fruit for Mr. Herran, was slightly startled and turned to look at him with a smile, “Montrelle, what’s wrong, why are you so angry?”
Montrelle Herran’s face was deeply cold: “Who gave you permission to answer my phone?”
“I … didn’t.”
“Truth Jesus, if you ever play with me again, I won’t forgive you!”
Mr. Herran’s face also fell, “Montrelle Herran! Why are you yelling when you just got home!”
Montrelle Herran gave Verdad Jesús a stern look and, without bothering to pay attention to them, turned around and went upstairs.
…
Montrelle Herran called Claudio Belles several more times, but Claudio Belles never answered and it was obvious without thinking about it that Mrs. Herran was not the only one.
Montrelle Herran had to call her by WhatsApp: “Honey, I’m very busy at work and I can’t come back to La Ciudad Santa tomorrow, can you give me two more days?”.
Claudio Belles did not answer.
Montrelle Herran added, “How could you be on the street, Mrs. Montrelle, you don’t have that much confidence in Mr. Montrelle?”
Claudio Belles was still unresponsive.
Montrelle Herran’s temper was taking over, he was not answering his phone calls, he was not answering his WhatsApp calls, Montrelle Herran was losing his patience, “This nonsense has a limit, pick up the phone”.
Claudio Belles on the other end of the phone, biting his lip, looked at the WhatsApp he had sent and grunted.
What the hell, the last one had been called by his wife, Mrs. Montrelle, and shortly after cajoling him, he was ordering it.
Claudio Belles was about to return his kind words in a big way when, over there, Angelo Herrán was already calling.
“Mom, I’m starving, when is dinner going to be ready!”.
Claudio Belles put down the phone: “Ah, I’m going to cook! First eat something else.
I’ve been fighting with Montrelle Herran and forgot to cook for my son!
…
The next day, of course, Montrelle Herran did not return.
Claudio Belles, however, was rather relieved and went to pick up Angelo Herran at work after a long day at the office.
When he arrived at the kindergarten, Claudio Belles knew he was late and hurried to school.
“Teacher, where is Angelo? I’m so sorry I’m late today.” “Angelo?
“Angelo? Angelo is already gone.”
“What?”
Claudio Belles panicked and called Montrelle Herran, but damn it, Montrelle Herran didn’t know what he was doing and wasn’t answering his phone!
Claudio Belles was frantic and grabbed the professor’s hand and asked, “Professor, did you see who picked up Angelo?”
The teacher tried to remember, “I think it was an old man in his 60s who said he was Angelo’s grandfather…”
Grandfather?
Claudio Belles was even more confused, he had never met Montrelle Herran’s father, how could Montrelle Herran’s father have come to see Angelo?
Claudio Belles was a bit annoyed, even if Montrelle Herran’s father wanted to take Angelo away, he should have greeted him first!
Claudio Belles called Montrelle Herran several more times, but no one answered!
Claudio Belles was so anxious that he wanted to call the police, but refrained.
The person who had taken Angelo was probably not a bad person, but perhaps Montrelle Herran’s father.
While he was thinking about it, Claudio Belles’ cell phone rang with a series of unknown calls.
Sensing it might have something to do with Angelo, Claudio Belles picked up, “Hello?”
“Is it Miss Claudio?”
“Yes, it’s me.”
“I am Montrelle Herran’s father and I would like to meet him, if it’s okay with you.”
Claudio Belles’ heart fluttered, “Did you pick up Angelo?”
“Yes.”
Claudius Belles’ heart, which had been hanging in the back of his throat, finally fell back into his stomach.
…
Inside a quiet café.
Claudio Belles and Mr. Herran are sitting across from each other.
Claudio Belles was naturally nervous, as it was the first time he met his father-in-law: “Where is Angelo, that dad of …?”.
When Mr. Herran heard the name “dad,” he smiled slightly, took a sip of coffee and said, “Miss Claudio, don’t call him that.”
Claudio Belles frowned slightly, sensing that this Mr. Herran was up to no good.
“If he has taken Angelo, at least he could have given me advance notice, I thought Angelo was taken by the bad guys.”
Mr. Herran smiled slightly and said, “Don’t worry, Miss Claudio, Angelo is my grandson, the lineage of The Herran family, and I won’t do anything to him. As for you, Montrelle Herran took the liberty to marry you to gamble with me, and gave a son to the Gu family, we in The Herran family should be grateful to you. I tell you, you have made your price.”
Claudio Belles’ brow furrowed even more, “What do you mean, man? An offer? What price?”