Semua Bab Seducing the Enemy.: Bab 41 - Bab 49

"Yes." He settled back into his seat and took the documents from Ankit. "Let’s get back to work. How many businesspeople have confirmed so far?""Is Giulian a male or female name?" he asked again, placing the card back in its spot. "I ask because foreign names are often unisex. The other day I got a call from someone named Fleur Piazola. I always thought it was a man—it turned out to be a woman...""He’s a man," he said curtly, with a tone of irritation."Well, as I was saying, the number of confirmed attendees is approximately five hundred, but we’ll have a more accurate count by Thursday afternoon... So this Giulian is the secret lover of that damn pig?" he asked again, curious."I don’t know," he replied, clearly annoyed. "So, everything’s ready—the show, the exhibitors, the events. All our hotels are fully booked..." He changed the subject; talking about Sotomayor’s roses and her lovers bothered him.They soon finished the pending work. Ankit was pleased, as their efforts had paid

Present Time..."Did you really get plastic surgery?" Yukio looked at the Korean girl in astonishment. "That explains why it was so hard to recognize you when you came back.""It wasn’t voluntary." She crossed her arms. "And it was painful. They cut my skin and intubated me more than ten times. I remember my body being completely swollen, and the wounds needed a lot of care.""But that doctor did an excellent job. He even gave you a flat, well-toned abdomen." He looked at her with curiosity."That wasn’t from surgery! My body got that athletic shape after I left the hospital!" She stretched her arms lazily and yawned. "When I returned to Paris, I kept up with my workout routine..."Paris, France. Eight months earlier."Then go for a walk!" Eugene-Chan adjusted his glasses and kept typing."Aren’t you coming with me?""I can’t. I have to submit this by Friday, and I feel like I’m not making any progress." He fell silent for a moment, then grinned mischievously as he watched Sotomayor w

Present Time..."You were right to leave. If I had behaved better and followed all of Ankit’s romantic advice, none of this would have happened. I’d be blissfully happy, a billionaire, married to Tori and living in a mansion." He looked at the watch the Korean girl had given him."Our first month"... That really didn’t last more than three months."I’m not supposed to care, and yet I still think about you... Ankit is right, I’m going crazy. Maybe I should go see that shrink. I need someone to clear up this mess in my head."He angrily threw the watch far from his bed.He stood up, his stomach growling with hunger since he hadn’t eaten dinner the night before. Entering the kitchen, he was surprised to find the brown-haired man there."Buongiorno!" he greeted with a smile.He wore a white shirt untucked over black pants, looking as if he had just woken up. His tanned skin made his dark green eyes stand out as they focused intently on the pan emitting a delicious aroma of spices.The Ita

He was sitting on the couch. In front of him, seated in an old armchair, was a woman wearing a gray sweater and matching pants. She took notes while listening to every word he said. She barely moved except to adjust her silver-rimmed glasses. Her face looked no older than forty-five.The walls were painted a very pale blue, almost white. A few diplomas were displayed on one wall, and on another hung a Monet imitation, adding a splash of color to a room that seemed to blend into the ceiling. A peaceful, almost relaxing place. Within those four walls, the only sound was his deep, strong, yet melancholic voice:"And then, in the middle of the famous convention…"_______________0_____________________International Convention of Tanarro Industries – That WeekendThe foreign attendees applauded enthusiastically for each of the panel members giving their lectures on various topics of interest. Others observed blueprints and specialized models, while the more curious ones wandered from one pl

Two hours later…She laughed in a joyful and sensual manner, holding a margarita in her right hand. He spoke to her slowly; their glances said everything. The flirtatious exchange between drinks had heightened the mood."And why not?" asked the woman with black hair and brown eyes."Aren’t good girls supposed to be home before midnight?""That’s the problem—I’m not a good girl," she replied, looking at him flirtatiously and then leaning in to whisper in his ear. "So I'm in no rush to go home…"They held hands and walked toward the exit. He scanned the room for his best friend, who was still dancing with another woman. He gave him a brief wave goodbye and left with the woman.Normally, he would have shown off his beautiful Mercedes, taken her to the most luxurious hotel in the city to impress her with his gold card, ordered the finest bottle of wine or champagne depending on her taste, and after satisfying his lust and thirst for intimacy, he would’ve left her there with a, “Don’t worr