Todos os capítulos de His uncle's sweetheart : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

How in the name of God did this happen, Gabriel? " The voice is kept low, a sort of undercurrent beneath the quiet drag of Rafael's pacing through the length of his study; his fingers crush the phone in a white-knuckled grip.Gabriel Greenwood, the managing director of Rafael's company, was taut on the other end of the line. "I don't know, Rafael. We're still wading through the details, but it would appear that someone here got their hands on our plans and sold them to Barrington Enterprises. This morning, they launched the product. Our exact design."Rafael pounded his fist across the desk, scattering sheets of paper. "This isn't some minor setback, Gabriel. That was to be our crowning glory. We have been working on it for months. How could somebody on the inside betray us like that?""I understand your frustration, Rafael. Believe me, I am as angry as an enraged bull. We've already started a full-scale internal investigation. The IT department is all over it digging up every digit

The further Rafael went into trying to piece it all together, the more of a blur the picture was, racing in his mind. No end had ever been seen to this. A way to the truth had to be there without losing everything in the process.First, though, he had to meet with Gabriel. That other had inquired into; perhaps there would be more light upon the matter, perhaps it would plunge him yet farther into darkness of doubt.Rafael got to his feet from the armchair and started his exit from the study into whatever awaited him outside, his was going to the meeting with that great fear that his wife might be the one betraying him.His phone rang as he was about step out of the study room. It was Gabriel. He answered the call immediately. “What is it? What did you find?” Impatient was evident in his voice.“I'm sorry Rafael, the information isn't leading to anywhere yet, calm down for now, I'll get to the bottom of this as soon as possible and let you know immediately,” Mr Gabriel said over the p

Her heart raced when her eyes met Rafael's, which were obviously made of ire and disbelief. The accusations, though, had seemed real by that time to her; she hardly felt like breathing, but she had to keep cool. This wasn't about her; she was doing this to prove her intentions to him."Rafael, please," Bernice pleaded and took a step closer, though it felt like miles of distance stretched between them. "That man isn't who you think he is."His expression turned to wrought steel as he folded his arms. "So who would that be, Bernice? And why are you having secret meetings with him?"She took a deep breath, wondering how to phrase it best. "He is a private investigator," she said with her voice already shaking. "I hired him to do a search regarding someone important; who is connected to you."Rafael frowned at this, puzzled: "Someone connected with me? Bernice, this is getting to be insane. Because if this was all about me, you should have just gone out there, out in the open, not met wi

The next morning, Rafael headed into his office with a razor-sharp look. The video was hauntingly poisoned, but he looked so cool, as if nothing was happening, while anger boiled inside him. He did not lose any time and called Gabriel's number."Gabriel, come to my office now," mandated Rafael with a cold-cutting tone in his voice.That had been instinctual on Gabriel's part, but there hadn't been a flashing open hotline for questions as the call ended. He paced a good full-length of his office, the thoughts seemingly galloping every which way as the sting of betrayal stung, and he was going to get to the bottom of this.It was moments before the door to the office was closed and Gabriel was in the room. "Rafael, what's wrong? You sounded urgent."Rafael didn't answer right away. Instead, he gestured to the other chair, motioning for him to be seated, and then turned to get his phone off the desk. Even while he completed the call, his fingers drummed on the surface."Angela, come to m

His shoes clicked onto the marble floor as he stormed down the hall. He knew he had to move quickly but above all, immaculately. Rafael was all about precision and power and one wrong move, one single delay in deciding, would seal Ethan's doom. Stopping in front of his secretary's door, he took a deep breath then pushed it open."Close the door," he ordered in a low, but firm voice.His secretary is a young girl, barely out of her teens, and her name is Claire. She looked up from her desk, pale-faced, and said, "Is something wrong, Mr. Ethan?"Ethan pinned his cold eyes on her. "Yes, Claire. Something is wrong."She gulped audibly. "I.I don't understand."It was incredibly ladened in Ethan's voice, "I am serious, Claire? You couldn't do a simple job right."Claire's eyes widened with fear, "M-Mr. Ethan, I swear to God I-""Save it," cut Ethan in the middle and took a step closer to her. "I think Rafeal knows everything. The hacking, the meeting with Ryan, all of it, and you've put me