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-Miss Vanessa really doesn’t have any psychological problems? Dr. Manuel, are you sure?

Dylan was smiling kindly, but Dr Manuel felt a shiver run up his heels. It was as if the man in front of you had suddenly turned into a cold snake that looked at you with inorganic eyes and in the next instant was going to lunge and sink its fangs into your body.

-Yes, Miss Vanessa doesn’t have many mental problems, apart from the tiredness of being so mentally challenged lately and the hallucinations.

-Hallucinations?

-Yes,” Dr. Manuel wiped away a cold sweat and continued, “Miss Vanessa told me that she felt someone staring at her outside the chalet for three nights in a row….

-How perceptive. -Dylan

Dylan chuckled softly to himself. “I didn’t think I was careful enough for Vanessa to pick up on it. She’s a woman I admire.”

-I see.

-So that’s it. In that case, I don’t have to worry too much. And thank you, Dr. Manuel, for your information.

-Mr Dylan, it is my pleasure.

He was only a doctor, how could he afford to be thanked by the president of the SJ Group?

Dylan slowly pulled out a bank card and slipped it into Dr. Manuel’s hand unceremoniously, saying:

-Vanessa would not want me to know about your condition, so I expect you to keep my conversation with you today confidential.

-I will.

Dr Manuel felt that the bank card in his hand was a bomb.

He wanted to throw it away, but Dylan was in front of him, so how dare he do that.

-I’ll take you, where are you going?

Dylan withdrew his eyes and asked in a friendly tone.

-Don’t bother, Mr Dylan, I…

-There is no harm, consider it a reward for the favour Dr. Manuel has just done for me.

Dr. Manuel did not dare to say anything else and sat cautiously in the passenger seat until he had left the area of the Cazalla family villa and arrived at his destination, Dr. Manuel had not yet recovered from his shock.

-Goodbye Dr. Manuel.

With that, Dylan left.

And Dr. Manuel’s knees went so weak that he almost sat on the floor after that, his face white with misery, wiping the cold sweat from his face, not daring to think about it any more.

-You little liar,” Dylan whispered to himself as he drove in good humour.

Relieved that the incident had not left an indelible scar on Vanessa’s heart, Dylan was relieved and only a little angry, far from the rage he had expected.

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Only now, Dylan wasn’t in the mood and didn’t have time to find out.

I had intended to talk to Vanessa openly and honestly, but I had not expected the dying Orlando to suddenly rebel. In fact, as it was a last-ditch effort, the Moya Group’s counter-attack came with a vengeance.

Dylan’s time and energy were too busy to worry about Vanessa’s side for a while.

-Sir, this is the investment analysis report of the latest projects.

Mateo placed a heavy folder on Dylan’s desk.

-It is an analysis report on the negative impact that this revolt of the Moya Group has had on us, as well as the negative gains, a simple estimate has been made on the financial side and it is the most preliminary loss at the moment.

Preliminarily… means that there will be losses afterwards.

Dylan certainly understood.

-Heh. Looks like Orlando is taking a real risk this time.

-The Moya Group is really screwing it up this time, so I’m afraid it’s going to cause us a lot of damage and pressure at the moment.

-It doesn’t matter, in the end it’s me who wins,” said Dylan nonchalantly.

Imagining Gerard’s exasperated face made him feel especially good.

-Let Orlando fight one last time, this time, his hopes are about to be dashed forever.

Long fingers tapped the black surface of the desk, emitting a crisp sound. Like a beautiful piece of music, a prelude to the final victory.

Moya Group.

-President, we won’t last much longer.

Juan looked at Orlando with a stony expression and frowned.

-Not even if we can’t hold on.

Orlando raised his head, his red eyes and bearded chin giving him a much more dishevelled appearance. The dark circles under his eyes were a sign of how busy he had been lately, and his irascible temperament indicated that the situation was not in his favour.

-And the project I asked you to manage, how is it going?

-It’s all taken care of, and the funds are not going through the company’s account, as you indicated.

-Very good.

Orlando smiled coldly, a paranoid light shining under his eyes.

“I haven’t lost yet!”

-Apply to the Swiss bank there as soon as possible, and quickly.

He had to get what was his before the Moya Group could take no more and get him to safety. It was the funds he needed to get back on his feet, to take it for a spin.

-Boss, are you really going to do this?

-What, are you backing out now?

Orlando asked mockingly, his sharp eyes seeming to try to read Juan’s mind.

He shook his head, but the worry in his eyes did not disappear:

-Sir, if your transfer of company assets is discovered, you could be held criminally liable. Do you really want to do that?

-What are you afraid of? We’ll be out of the game by the time anyone notices.

It still had the means to do so.

Seeing this, Juan could say no more. He nodded and turned to leave.

Orlando was left alone in the office.

With a wry smile, he opened a drawer and pulled out a photo, and the person in it was clearly Vanessa.

-Vanessa, don’t worry, I’ll take you there soon.

At this point, Orlando’s expression became increasingly paranoid and bizarre, and his mental state seemed already unhinged.

The unease in Vanessa’s heart had grown in recent days.

-Enrique, how are things going?

-It’s a bit difficult to sell it all because you have such a big share. I have contacted several companies and investors interested in the Cazalla Group, and the answer should come soon.

Vanessa bit her lip and frowned anxiously:

-Can you speed things up if you can? Even if every share is below the current share price.

Enrique frowns and asks worriedly: “Is it that urgent? Has something happened?

-No.” Vanessa shook her head, not wanting to worry Enrique too much. -It’s just that I’m a bit anxious.

-Don’t worry, I’ll catch up with you.

-Well, please.

-How have you been, how is your health, how is your mother? How is your mother?

-All very well.

-That’s good.

At this, Enrique was relieved and the two talked on the phone some more before hanging up.

-Hello again.

Brisa turned around in disgust to see a smiling Roberto and immediately frowned in disgust:

-Why are you stalking me again? Why is it that no matter where I go, I meet you?