Montrelle Herran patiently cajoled, “Dear Claudio, I know that right now you don’t want to go to The Imperial Capital or face the people of The Herran family, and I don’t want to force you, I want to give you enough time to prepare yourself mentally, but do you want to separate from me apart?”
Claudio Belles bit his lip: “Montrelle Herran, you are forcing me”.
“I’ll walk you back to The Holy City every week for as long as you want to come back, huh?”.
“…”
Claudio Belles was no match for Montrelle Herran, who convinced her with a few words.
With few clothes, Montrelle Herran said The Herran family had everything, so she couldn’t even take her clothes, but Claudio Belles had her heart set on taking something that would remind her of the small house where she had lived for three years.
The Imperial Capital is not that far from The Holy City, but Montrelle Herran, as the successor of the Herran Group, will not be able to spend time with her every day when he takes over the group, let alone when he returns to The Holy City with her.
He was about to go to a completely new city, to a strange home, and Claudio Belles had brought one of the pillows he used to sleep on.
Montrelle Herran asked him with a slight smile, “What about the pillow?”.
“I like it. At least I’m a little more comfortable when I’m on a familiar pillow.”
Montrelle Herran felt she was right and went along with what she wanted to bring.
…
On the plane, Claudius Belles asked uneasily, “Is it going to be especially hard to get along with your father, who dislikes me so much?”
“If you really don’t get along with him, we’ll move after a while, and I have many houses in The Imperial Capital, so you can live in the one you want.”
Claudius Belles looked at him with such a “generous” look, but he squirmed for no reason, hugging his pillow and saying, “I know you’re rich, but you don’t have to be so wasteful, buying so many houses, do you want to eat?”
Montrelle Herran looked at her pretty face and explained, “The Imperial Capital is expensive, so I bought some more as an investment.”
“A rich man’s game”.
Montrelle Herran caught the little woman, “Mrs. Montrelle, do you have any prejudice against capitalists?”
“The owner of our company is especially stingy and gerifalte. Montrelle Herran, are you like that with your staff?”
“I am generous to those who can afford it, Mrs. Montrelle.”
“…”
While Claudio Belles was thinking about the trip, time passed quickly and in no time he was in the Imperial Capital.
As soon as Claudio Belles got off the plane, he held the pillow in his arms, refusing to leave.
When Montrelle Herran picked up her suitcase, she looked back and saw that Ms.
Montrelle Herran, holding her forehead, approached her and gently asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Montrelle Herran, can I go back to La Ciudad Santa now?”
“Mrs. Montrelle, aren’t you always frugal? It’s a waste of money to buy a return ticket to The Holy City when you’ve just arrived in The Imperial Capital.”
Claudius Belles’ mouth twitched and he reached out to give her a firm twist at the waist, “You evil capitalist! Last night you acted like you gave me all your money, and now you can’t even buy a plane ticket.”
Montrelle Herran smiled slightly and hooked her lips, dragging her suitcase with one hand and wrapping her arm around it with the other, “Come on, special assistant Gao is already waiting for us at the door, if you back out again, I’ll have to really question, your feelings for me.”
Claudio Belles glared at him.
…
Just as we arrived at the airport entrance, Jeronimo Orihuela got out of the car and opened the door of the Rolls-Royce.
“Boss, ma’am.”
Claudio Belles immediately recognized Jerónimo Orihuela, “So it’s you…”
Previously, Montrelle Herran had rented a car and the driver she had met was this man, who, after all, was Montrelle Herran’s assistant!
Claudio Belles felt his intelligence being rubbed in the dirt by Montrelle Herran!
Jerónimo Orihuela rubbed his nose in embarrassment: “I’m sorry, ma’am, it wasn’t convenient to talk at that moment”.
Claudio Belles got into the car and muttered, “Montrelle Herran, how much more are you hiding from me?”.
“Mrs. Montrelle, can we settle up when we get home?”
“…”
…
The black Rolls-Royce Phantom entered the Herran family mansion.
Claudio Belles looked out the car window and surveyed the luxurious villa in front of him, the mansion, with its extraordinarily large courtyard and, looking up, a huge swimming pool to the east.
Tsk, it’s so luxurious, the world of the rich, so corrupt, the smell of money everywhere.
As soon as Montrelle Herran and Claudio Belles entered the mansion, Angelo Herran ran excitedly to see Claudio Belles.
“Mom, you’re finally here! I’ve missed you so much!”
Claudio Belles glared at him, “I see you’ve had a lot of fun here and haven’t missed me at all.”
“No, Mom, I missed you so much last night I couldn’t sleep.”
Claudius Belles looked at his son without enthusiasm: “Really?”.
Montrelle Herran didn’t believe him and growled softly, “Come on, don’t be a sissy, where’s your grandfather?”.
“Grandpa is in the yard watering the flowers.”
Claudio Belles took a deep breath, was he going to see the old man again?
Although she was old, she had been a great businesswoman in the past and had a certain air of authority about her, especially since she was not liked and her words were even more unforgiving.
While she was thinking, Mr.
He was followed by a good-looking young woman.
Claudius Belles was struck by the fact that this beautiful woman looked familiar, as if he had seen her before, but he could not remember exactly where he had seen her before.
Naturally, Verdad Jesus also saw Claudio Belles and a shiver ran through his eyes.
In fact, Montrelle had brought this woman to the Herran family.
Angelo Herran introduced himself to Mr. Herran: “Grandpa, this is my old mother.”
Mr. Herran didn’t even look at Claudio Belles for a second, but for his grandson, he just gave a faint “hmm” and then, rambling, said, “Angelo, what would you like to eat today? Grandpa will order the kitchen to prepare it for you.”
Claudio Belles stood in the lurch, a little embarrassed, but Montrelle Herran, who was used to it, put his arm around him and said, “Don’t worry about him.”
Verdad Jesus came up on his heels and greeted Claudio Belles with an extraordinarily friendly, “Hi, I’m Verdad Jesus.”
Extending his hand, Claudio Belles was about to extend it to introduce himself when Montrelle Herran shook it directly.
The man gave Verdad Jesus a cold sweeping glance and said in a particularly disrespectful manner, “Miss Verdad is a public figure, it would be better if she visited us less often in the future at La familia Herran, lest the media write about her.” Those who do not know … will think that you and my father …”
As soon as Mr. Herran heard this, the coffee he had just drunk, choked in his throat, “Montrelle Herran! What nonsense you are talking, boy!”
And True Jesus, he stepped aside, his delicate face red and white with shame.
Angelo Herran, who didn’t like the woman at all, came over and made a particularly ugly face at Verdad Jesus.
Before Claudio Belles could get a sense of the situation, Montrelle Herran took her hand and said, “Honey, let’s go see the bedroom. If you need anything, anything that’s missing, I’ll send for it.”
Once Claudio Belles was dragged upstairs by Montrelle Herran, Claudio Belles asked curiously, “Who was that Miss Truth a moment ago?”
“Your love interest.”
“What?”
Montrelle Herran’s dark eyes shone at him and he said deliberately, “That woman has a lot on her mind, she’d better keep an eye on her husband.”
“…”