I am Mrs. Ballmer のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

“What?!” he shouted. “Henrique forced you to change? You changed just because he told you to? That ridiculous nickname you used for ten years? The one I begged you to drop because it was embarrassing and you said you were ‘too lazy’? You changed the second he asked you to?!”Helena rolled her eyes, impatient with the drama.“Can you stop yelling? He didn't ‘make’ me do anything, you drama queen.”“Then why did you change it?” insisted Josh, feeling betrayed.Helena sighed, remembering the conversation from the night before.“It was exactly the opposite. I tried to convince him not to change his, but he insisted that my ‘emo’ nickname was cool. He wanted me to help him come up with a ‘Martian language’ nickname to match mine!”Josh's mouth dropped.His uncle? The ice-cold CEO? Using 2005 internet slang to impress a girl?

“Ah... what a coincidence.” Her voice came out a little higher pitched. “Is your ‘friend's’ birthday on the same day as mine?”She tried to laugh, but it sounded forced."She must be really important to you to turn down my invitation in front of everyone! What a shame! But look, if your friend's party ends early, come to mine. We'll party all night!“I doubt it will end early,” Josh muttered.Camila swallowed hard and walked away, feeling the humiliation burning her cheeks. She hadn't been able to convince the main star. That would make her look bad among her socialite friends.But as she returned to Edward's side, a doubt began to gnaw at her mind.Who is this mysterious “friend”?Not only was this person born on the same day as her, but they were also important enough for Josh Angelito to snub an elite party for them.Wait a minute...Born on

“Henri...” She stopped herself. Calling the boss of bosses by his first name there would be social suicide. “Mr. Ballmer... I've walked into the wrong room...”The lighting was dim. She hadn't seen that, in the darkest and most noble corner of the sofa, Henrique Ballmer was sitting with his eyes closed, resting while the others made noise.Amidst that sea of sweaty, vulgar men, Henrique's scent of sandalwood and clean presence were like pure oxygen.“Which room are you in?” he asked, ignoring President Costa, who was still bowing in reverence. “I'll take you there.”Until that moment, Henrique had vaguely heard the commotion, but he hadn't cared. It was only when Helena's familiar voice—full of restrained panic—cut through the air that he opened his eyes.And what he saw—that disgusting old man pulling Helena—made his blood boil.At that moment, Henrique's desire was not

“Um... oh... my head...”Helena frowned on the pillow, moaning in pain in her sleep.Mateo's heart sank. He quickly leaned over and began to blow gently on Helena's forehead, as if trying to “blow the pain away,” just as she did with him when he hurt himself.A cunning gleam passed through Henrique's eyes. He saw an opportunity.He sat on the edge of the bed and placed his hand on his son's shoulder.“Son,” Henrique said gravely. “Seeing her like this hurts, doesn't it?”Mateo nodded vigorously.“Unfortunately, drinking is part of her social work. As her boss, I can't interfere too much without seeming authoritarian. But you...” Henrique paused dramatically. “If I were you... you could try to convince her. She listens to you. If you tell her you're sad when she drinks, maybe she'll stop.”Mateo's eyes flashed with determination. He nodded, with the serious expression of a soldier accepting a critical mission.Mission Accepted: Save Mom from Alcohol.The next morning.Sunlight invaded

“Josh! Did you eat gunpowder for breakfast? Why are you attacking me? I just called to see if you were okay!”On the other end of the line, Josh closed his eyes, feeling extremely suffocated. He was angry. Angry at her for being so blind, angry at his uncle for being so perfect, and angry at himself for losing the battle before even fighting.He suppressed his emotions, forcing his voice to remain neutral.“Sorry. I'm at my father's company right now. He's having financial problems, and I've spent the day running around trying to fix the mess. I'm stressed.”It was a half-truth, but it would do.“Listen...” His voice softened, laden with a sadness that Helena couldn't quite decipher. “If you have some time tonight, log into the online game. I sent a rare gift to your account.”“A gift?”“Yes.” A pause. “Happy birthday, Helena.”Before Helena cou