Deep love: insatiable lover

When Juan Cabrera told him that Gerardo had been taken to hospital for resuscitation, Orlando raised his head, his stormy, cold eyes startled.

-Isn’t it messy enough? How could they be hospitalised at a time like this? Damn it, what do these people do, they can’t even keep such an insignificant news! Go, tell the PR department to suppress the news.

Fortunately, Orlando was now in charge of The Moya Group and Gerardo’s sudden rescue was not too serious, although it was somewhat negative.

John dared not delay and went out to get busy.

Dropping into his office chair in dismay, Orlando suddenly broke into a wry smile.

-You want to knock me out just like that? No way! I will never let you get away with this, never! Dylan, you won’t get the Moya Group, I won’t give it to you even if I destroy the Moya Group!

To this day, Orlando continued to think that Dylan was trying to take over The Moya Group, as if he was in a trance.

After muttering to himself, he quickly opened a drawer and pulled out a thick stack of papers.

If Dylan had been there he would have realised that this information was the lifeblood of The Moya Group.

With this in hand, even if The Moya Group went bankrupt, Orlando could still get some capital.

He stared at the papers with wild eyes, clearly intending to go out into the street.

He would destroy The Moya Group, take what was rightfully his, and then destroy the place, leaving Dylan working for nothing.

-That’s a good idea then,” Orlando muttered with a devious grin.

Orlando arrived at the hospital almost at the same time as Gerardo’s resuscitation, without the slightest hint of anxiety on his face.

-Jaime, how is Grandpa?

-He has revived, but it is difficult to say what will follow. The doctor says his lordship is not likely to wake up, or if he does, there is a good chance he will have a seizure.

With Gerard’s pride and good looks, there was no telling how desperate he would be to know that he was likely to become a lying wreck who can’t move.

-I’ll come back when grandfather wakes up.

Anyway, he didn’t have to stay in hospital when he wasn’t dead.

Orlando finished and left, not even stopping to check on Gerardo in the intensive care unit.

At the same time, Dylan got the message.

This was good for him.

-The Moya Group is in a storm and with Gerardo’s situation, it doesn’t look like we’ll have to wait long to get him. mateo, split two thirds of your contacts to work on the other side and leaving one third on the Moya Group’s side will be enough.

-Have you made up your mind?

-Good.

-Very good.

Mateo had nothing to say and left with a nod of his head.

Reception of the SJ Group.

-Hello sir, do you have an appointment?

With a sweet smile, the receptionist stopped Benjamin in his tracks and asked him politely.

Benjamin frowned and shook his head:

-No. I have something to do and I need to see you Chief.

-I’m sorry, sir, but I need to know who you are.

-Benjamin.

-Okay, wait a minute, I’m going to report to my boss.

The receptionist quickly dialed Mateo’s office and informed him of Benjamin’s visit; naturally Mateo knew about Benjamin and hung up the phone and went straight to ask for Dylan.

-Sir, Mr. Benjamin has come to see you.

-Benjamin?

With a moment’s contemplation, Dylan knew what she had come to see him about, twirling the pen in his hand nonchalantly, his sharp eyebrows furrowed.

-Let it go up.

-Yes.

Benjamin was soon in the lift and was taken by Mateo to Dylan’s office.

-Mr Benjamin, sit down.

Dylan pointed to the sofa, hooking it absentmindedly, and said.

However, Benjamin had no intention of sitting down as he looked at Dylan with cold, stern eyes:This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

-Where is Vanessa? I’m taking her back.

What carelessness!

The smile on Dylan’s face remained the same, but his tone was cold, hard and overbearing:

-Vanessa hasn’t been feeling well lately and is still recovering, so she can’t come back yet. If Mr. Benjamin wants to see Vanessa, I can pass on the message.

-Dylan, you have no right to restrict Vanessa’s freedom.

-I’m not restricting her freedom, it’s just that Vanessa is not at her best and needs to recover.

Dylan remained calm in the face of Benjamin’s questions and anger.

It seemed to Benjamin that his attitude was one of utter contempt for himself, which made his eyes sharpen and together they became increasingly unconcerned.

-Mr. Dylan, don’t forget that what happened to Vanessa was all your fault. She wouldn’t have been your fiancée’s target if you hadn’t been bothering her with your fiancée. After all, you’re the one responsible for all this, and who are you to keep her locked up? What qualifies you?

-I’m not qualified? -Dylan snorted and looked at Benjamin with playful eyes, “Even if I’m not qualified, what about you, Mr. Benjamin? Are you qualified? Don’t forget that you also have Isabel with you. What if the next time he feels like killing Vanessa, he’s going to kill her to vent his anger? Are you sure you can get Vanessa out of there in the first place?

Benjamin was speechless at Dylan’s questioning.

He clenched his hands and felt as if a rock was blocking his chest.

He wanted to retort, but found himself powerless to argue, because all of Dylan’s accusations were true.

Compared to Dylan, he was no better.

Benjamin sulked for a moment, then his gaze sharpened again:

-That’s up to me. Mrs Mercedes is very worried and is at home day and night waiting to see Vanessa soon to make sure she is well. If Mr Dylan persists in refusing to hand over Vanessa, don’t blame me for being rude.

-Well.

Dylan asked a rhetorical question with a nonchalant look on his face, still seeming to be in a good mood.

Benjamin was irritated by her soft attitude, but had to restrain himself because Vanessa was in the way.

-I’m going to sue them, saying that the president of the incumbent SJ Group is suspected of illegal detention. I think a lot of people would like such explosive news, don’t you? When the time comes, Mr Dylan should know better than me what kind of crisis the SJ Group will face.

-Yes, as long as Mr. Benjamin is happy.

Benjamin did not expect that he would threaten the reputation of the SJ Group and that Dylan would care so little.

-You…

She looked at him with a death stare, hating Dylan’s body.

-Why should Mr. Benjamin insist so much on it? When Vanessa is well, he will naturally return. Until then, Mr. Benjamin had better mind his own business. It would prevent Vanessa from being hurt again by Isabel when she is well enough to recover.