My Dear Mr. Nice

Chapter 26 : Why Didn'T I Call Her More Affectionately?

Chapter 26 : Why didn't I call her more affectionately?

Gael also stated:

-This is definitely a new Chanel model!

-It can't be, it must be a fake," Ivanna shouted in disbelief, scowling at Gael with disdain and a mocking

tone.

-Who are you? Do you think if you say it's Chanel, it's just Chanel?

The people in the room gawked at Gael and discussed:

This gentleman, it seems, is Gael Mariano, editor-in-chief of the famous magazine "Excellent Taste".

-Yes, yes, that's him, he was on a variety show last time, I saw him! He's even more manly in person!

-He's a leader of fashion trends, how could he possibly get the clothing brand wrong!

-I heard that the latest cover of "Excellent Taste" featured a model in a new Chanel dress.

***

The murmur of the crowd made Ivanna speechless as she received a smack in the mouth.

Gael smiled and nodded to those who recognized him.

Then, looking at Ivanna, he said in a pertinent tone:

-This girl is wearing a limited edition Chanel couture haute couture from last season, which is not yet

available on the market! So how can there be fakes and replicas, don't talk nonsense, beautiful!

Ivanna started to panic, but she didn't want to give up the argument.

-Even if it's true, it's a gift from some rich old man, because Micaela is a big slut.

Micaela was surprised that the dress was so famous... and had a vague answer in her mind.

But she decided to tell a little lie:

-Ivanna, isn't the word "self-sufficiency" part of your worldview? You also said that I worked at the

university, earned my own money and bought myself a nice dress, does that hurt you or what?

Fearing that Ivanna would say that Micaela didn't have access to such a high-end dress, Alba

continued without hesitation:

-Yes, I bought it for Micaela -What's wrong?

Ivanna felt humiliated and defiantly changed the subject.

-Alba, I kindly remind you that you will only degrade yourself by dating her.....

Alba became furious and slammed her fist on the table.

-I'm happy, I like dating Micaela, what do you care!

Those looking around couldn't help but laugh and mutter without fear of being overheard.

-She really thinks she's the vigilante of the Pacific! NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

-It's not good to accuse people without proof!

-I thought she was the vigilante coming to catch the mistress, but it turns out she doesn't even know

who the mistress is!

-She's ignorant of luxury firms, she doesn't even know the editor-in-chief of "Excellent Taste", possibly

she's also lying about being a rich lady, isn't she?

***

Micaela suddenly shook the phone in her hand and said faintly.

-I have recorded all our conversations in response to your repeated personal attacks on me.....

The phone was still on the recording screen.

-Ivanna, please apologize to Micaela, otherwise it's a big deal to violate someone's reputation!

Alba smirked and thought to herself, "Micaela is great!".

Ivanna blushed, grunted loudly and turned to run away.

The audience sighed, "And she leaves like that without an apology?".

-Thank you," said Micaela gratefully to Gael.

Alba looked to where he had disappeared and laughed.

-She got away with it!

Gael looked at Micaela appreciatively and discreetly handed her his card.

-Here's my card, beautiful lady, please take it, I'd like to invite you to model for the cover of the next

"Excellent Taste"!

Micaela had a moment of confusion... To be a model? Her?

Unconsciously, she took the card and approached Alba, looking at the card in her hand.

Editor-in-chief of "Excelente Gusto": Gael Mariano.

-Ms. Noboa, don't hesitate to contact me if you are interested.

With that said, Gael nodded his head in greeting and returned to his place at the party with his friends.

-Micaela, what about that, are you interested?

Alba pulled Micaela to sit down and pushed the beer toward Micaela.

Micaela shook her head.

-Hey, I was picturing you as a model and someday you and Adriana get on the same stage and leave

her on the floor... ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, I'm cracking up at the thought of it!

-She has studied this. I'm no match for her, so don't dream.

-Okay, I'll stop dreaming, come on, drink up, cheers! Forget that episode!

The two continued talking again.

Carlos, who was sitting upstairs, taking it all in, suddenly pulled out his cell phone and called Diego.

-Call the successor of the Gilabert Group and tell him that his sister is at Moontime and to come and

pick her up.

Ernesto deduced what was going on based on what he was doing.

-Why didn't you go down to save the girl yourself, instead of directing Gael to come over? Look, he

gave her the business card and offered her a job, watch out he takes away your only love!

Carlos looked at him out of the corner of his eye.

-The person I love is in front of me, where is yours?

Ernesto winced, "All right, that was a low blow, what a friend I have!".

***

When you get to a certain point, you can't stop drinking, obviously you would be too dizzy to drink, but

you still couldn't put the bottle down.

For example, Micaela and Alba....

What happened to fruit beer and not getting drunk?

Carlos was upstairs, looking at Micaela evidently drunk, with a slight smile on his face.

It turned out that she was so charming when she let her guard down and opened her heart....

-Tsk, tsk, tsk, Carlos, I can't believe you can go so far for a woman... Those bodyguards dressed as

common people are your people, aren't they?

Carlos looked at him and said nothing.

-I really understand you, your girl is too beautiful, even more so when she's drunk. If it weren't for the

bodyguards around, she wouldn't be able to get drunk so freely.

She had a good view from upstairs, and saw several men looking at her.

-The land on the east side is yours.

Ernesto's jaw dropped.

The bidding for the east zone land was in full swing, it was a project worth millions and millions and all

the Teladia companies were clamoring for the land.

Ernesto was trying to remember what he had just said and what had pleased the king's heart.

"Shit, could that be from your girl? Ay, why didn't I call her more affectionately?".

The door to the bar opened and Mateo Gilabert, who looked a little like Alba, came striding in.

A quick glance around and he immediately found a drunken Alba in the corner.

Sitting across from her...

Micaela smiled softly, one hand on her chin, her eyes misty as she watched Alba, sitting across from

her, dance around talking about something.

She felt so relaxed and at ease in that moment, as if her whole body was floating.

Mateo looked at Micaela and was a little lost in thought, "This woman was so beautiful you couldn't

take your eyes off her...".

He felt a searing vision behind him that seemed to burn his back.

He turned and looked around and saw no one suspicious....

Matthew strided forward in the direction of Alba, but was stopped in his tracks by a large man with his

hand outstretched.

Mateo looked at the man, dressed in ordinary clothes, but with the attitude of a professional bodyguard.

Another bodyguard-looking man stepped forward and said something behind the ear of the man who

had stopped Mateo, who then withdrew his hand and took a seat at a nearby table.

Mateo looked around again and noticed that there were several bodyguards dressed as ordinary

people sitting around in a scattered fashion.

Thinking about the call he had just taken to come here, Mateo had an answer in mind.

That man wasn't protecting his sister, he was protecting the other one, wasn't he?