Padre Fernandez El Filibusterismo Katangian Mga Nobela at Kwento

I left all my responsibilities in the company to him since my ex-fiance's cheating incident happened. I am Fernando Desejo Jr., twenty-eight years old and vice president of Desejo Group Incorporated. Our company is the producer and distributor of well-known canned sardines in the country. I am hands-on in the field, so I always visit our factories and fish farms. My father, Fernando Desejo Sr., is the president. My father is fifty-three years old, but he is health-conscious, so he is still elegant and looks young. He looks like local actor Edu Manzano. So it's no wonder that many women are obsessed with him. The bad thing is, even my ex-fiancee liked him too.

When he started to find if there was something important and useful information for him. Then he noticed there was one which said the Fernandez brothers were deciding to send Agustin Fernandez their son to America but the reason was still not clear which left him a little confused and at edge because they didn't have any business there, as far as he knows and they were not that much active in underworld too. He wondered for what they were sending their son to America.

Wala siyang tiwala sa madaliang pagsagot ng ama. "Oo na, sabi," her father insisted back. "Basta't ipangako mo rin na magiging charming ka sa kanya, ha?" dagdag pa. "Dad!" Napabulalas na naman siya, sabay hinto sa paglalakad. Na-sorpresa ang ama kaya nabitawan siya. "Bakit naman parang ipinagtutulakan n'yo na ako?" "Hindi naman, anak," pang-aalo agad ni Fernan Bustamante. "Gusto ko lang ma-impressed sa 'yo si--er, siya," he added lamely.

"Pwede ba, Ms. Javier! Tumahimik ka nga muna diyan!" I groaned in disapproval when he shouted that A gun was really handy at times like this! I heard him groaned then rested his hands on his hips bago humarap uli sa'kin. "Pano ka naman nakakasigurong si papa nga ang kausap ng dad mo back then? It wasn't as if---" "Dahil kung ga'no katigas tignan yang pagmumukha mo, Mr. Del Fuero ay ganun din katigas ang pagmumukha ng taong 'yon. As easy as that."

EIGHTEEN YEARS AGO In a beautiful mansion, you can see maids going to and fro in blue and white outfits. Their master and ma'am would be down any minute from now. They would all be fired if they are not done on time before the arrival of their master. Their master is no other than Jose Fernandez, a very dangerous business tycoon, he is among the first five richest men in the world, he owns Fernandez, cooperation, and he has different branches all over the world. He is from the Philippines.

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Father looked and continue on "First the boss wanted to kill us but then he had other plans for us, at that time our company was starting to grow and we became powerful in the business area and to spare our lives, EL Patron wanted a big profit of what the company was getting. At first, we said yes because we wanted indeed to spare our lives and save our families, but Fernando didn't like what was going on he told me that if we let him do this, then we will become his slaves and we will never get rid of him and soon he will pull us to the illegal things again and he didn't accept that, he started fighting but I was a coward, a pussy, I just stood there and watched and I didn't help him. Ferna

I hear my mother's voice, begging for him to not go on with whatever he had planned for me right now. My heart skips a beat and I know that if he was not going to take out his anger on me, he would do it on my mother, and I had no power to stop him from doing that. Ferdinand called himself a man of God. A man with morals and virtues none other had. But these were only his big words for himself, when in truth, he was just a regular man.

He thought I would allow it. “No,” I said simply, cold and final. I began to descend the staircase, one slow step at a time. “No, Michael. I have tried patience. I have tried restraint. But you mistake kindness for weakness.” His eyes widened slightly. “Fernando, listen to yourself. This isn’t you. You’re angry, you’re hurt, but—” “You’re wrong,” I cut him off, my tone low and dangerous. “This is exactly me. The man you keep trying to deny. I am Don Fernando Ramirez, and I do not beg. I do not plead. I take.”

"Yes, boss. Fernandez has a 22-year-old daughter who is currently studying human psychology in Australia. Although it is not included in the report, it is said that she could do anything in order to experience her father's love, even if she's asked to lay down her life. Boss, believe me, she's a very crazy person who can manipulate human thinking." Diego explained. "Oh, what's her name, then?" I asked. "Francisca Fernandez," Diego replied. *END OF FLASHBACK* I smirked, staring at the lady pointing a gun at me. "Francisca Fernandez, you are laying your life down for the life of the Father, who will never accept you as his daughter, huh?