Why Was Pedro Pascal Crying Novels & Stories

Pedro's POV. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window of my home office, phone pressed tightly to my ear, fury boiling in my veins. “Mr. Pascal. What the hell do you mean my shipment hasn't arrived yet?" There was a sudden knock on the door. "Come in!" I barked, not taking my eyes off the city skyline. "Don't worry, Mr. Pascal. I'll get to the bottom of this," I said sharply before ending the call.

Raising his right eyebrow but his face is still emotionless like steel. ‘Do not look at me like that, I’m just starting.’ Pedro’s evil thought. “No need to say thank you, it’s my thank you gift for saving me.” lame reason, Pedro almost vomited at his excuse which is partly true but it’s not the main reason. He smiled at Joseff upon seeing that its brows creased.

VINCENT “Uncle… you traitor” I winced and spat out through gritted teeth. Pascal just ignored me and walked over to my mother who was also huddled up in pain. “You made me a promise, Jacinta. One small thing I asked of you.” Pascal spoke very calmly but it was very obvious how mad he was. His eyes were bloodshot and despite being calm he had the aura of a walking hurricane in a three piece suit. I wondered what promise he was referring to, but I couldn’t focus through the pain. I could barely pay attention.