Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's Personal Assistant : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Tristan opened one eye then the other and the first thing he remembered was Cesar calling him “son” which made him frown. He heard a noise come from somewhere in the room and turned his head to look. It was Cesar asleep on the sofa but he was restless as if he was trying to get comfortable but Tristan knew it wasn’t that, not when he was calling someone for help. The man was probably having a nightmare. He knew a thing or two about that.“Sir!”. Tristan called from his bed.His voice was probably loud enough to have woken Cesar up or maybe he just woke up by himself breathing heavily and sweating.“Are you okay sir?”. Tristan asked.Cesar shook his head then turned to look at Tristan in surprise. He was disoriented at first before he realized where he was and why he was there.“Hey kid". His voice sounded groggy so he cleared his throat and tried again. "How’re you feeling?”.“Like hell.” He said.Cesar chuckled. “It’ll get better.” He stood up and stretched. "God this sofa is so unc

“Hey dad.” Tristan called.“Yeah?”.“Are you...going to hurt Abby’s dad?”. Tristan asked in a small voice.Cesar looked up from his laptop to stare at his son in surprise. He frowned, wondering if Tristan had indeed heard his conversation with Warren yesterday.“What do you mean?”. He was confused.Tristan shrugged.“You heard my conversation with Warren didn’t you?”. Cesar asked. He'd been quiet while making that call to Warren so there was no way his son could have overheard him.“No." Tristan shook his head. "I had a dream about him. I saw Abby crying because her father had been hurt and was in the hospital.”“You had a dream.” Cesar repeated. "How often does this happen?”.“Almost every time." He said. "I knew you were coming before you arrived here.”Cesar stared at his son in awe. “Wow.” That was something he'd never heard of. If he had that kind of power, he'd be able to defeat his enemies long before they had any chance to hurt him. If he'd had that kind of power… he wouldn't

“Tristan I have to go see your mom." Cesar told him as they walked down the steps of the plane. "Vincent will take you home so you can rest.”“I’m okay dad, I told you." Tristan said. "I want to see mom too.”Cesar sighed. “Tris…” The doctor had cleared him so he could travel. He just had to be careful not to do anything that would “Dad.” Tristan imitated him.Cesar chuckled despite his bad mood and nodded. “Okay. Suit yourself.”“Cool!”. Tristan grinned and skipped along to the waiting car.“Be careful!”. Cesar called. "Hi sir! My name is Tristan. What's yours?". He asked Vincent."I'm Vincent. Nice to meet you Tristan." Vincent smiled at him. "Welcome home.""Thank you sir." Tristan beamed at him.“Welcome back sir.” Vince greeted and took his luggage from the flight attendant.“Thank you Vincent. Take me to the police station please.” He got into the car.“Right away sir.” Vincent nodded then went to deposit the bags in the trunk of the car and got in behind the wheel.“Seatbelt

“I want doctor Rivera’s license revoked". Cesar told the chief administrator of the hospital. Since he couldn't hurt her another way then this was the only way out. He'd make sure she never practiced medicine anywhere else in this country.Doctor Larry Foxx stared at Cesar in shock when he heard that. “Sir... doctor Mirabelle Is one of the best pediatricians in the state. We can’t just revoke her license.” He protested.“Are you serious right now?". Cesar slammed his fist on the table making the old man jump. "One of the best? She tried to kill my daughter just to spite me! Only God knows how many more she’ll kill just because she hates their parents.” He ground out. "One of the best my foot!".“I’m truly very sorry about that Mr Sandoval." Larry apologized, looking contrite. "But at the time of the incident…some witnesses claimed that the doctor was not in her right frame of mind.”Cesar stared at Larry in disbelief then he laughed. He couldn't believe a renowned doctor like Larry wa

Tristan played with his food as he thought about the dreams he’d had for two consecutive nights now. First it was the church funeral and the second one was a church wedding. The very same church in his first dream which meant that the second one would come before the first or whatever. He let out a deep sigh which caused his parents to look at him. “You okay son?”. Cesar asked. "You’ve barely touched your food.” “You don’t like the food baby? I can ask one of the maids to get you something else.” Ellie said. "You just say the word.” Tristan shook his head and dropped his fork. He knew the food was delicious but he had no appetite. He couldn't stop thinking about his dreams no matter how he tried and he didn't want to worry his parents. “The food is really delicioso Tristan". Miesa beamed at him. "You’re missing out. You rock Aisha!”. Their parents laughed but Tristan didn’t crack even a smile. Aisha had cooked fried rice for breakfast which she said was a favorite in her country,