Ed smiled. "I was worried you'd be stubborn. Luckily, your love for her is strong enough to make this decision."
Otiz nodded, then lowered his head. He had made his decision but still felt guilty.
"Sorry, I..."
"Nonsense. I'm the one who told you to go. Why apologize?" Ed immediately dismissed it.
"But I'm quitting halfway."
"Did you want to see it through to the end? The end of that road might mean you're no longer alive. This is the right decision," Ed retorted.
"But you'll be alone. I should be looking after you." Otiz became emotional again. He still couldn’t fully let go.
"Come on... that job isn't yours anymore. And I won’t be alone either. Don’t exaggerate." Ed smiled and patted Otiz’s shoulder.
"I’ll miss you, but I’ll be thrilled to see you build a life with the woman you love. If you stayed with me and got heartbroken, I'd worry more. I don’t want to see you like that—an
“I don’t think there’s anything left to do. The police closed the case last week, and I haven’t seen any movement behind the scenes. The president seems convinced this was just an ordinary accident,” Asher said, folding his laptop shut.He had just shown Ed the official police investigation report that hadn’t been made public yet. Of course, he’d acquired it illegally.“Isn’t there any risk for Val? She met with Obrador’s house staff,” Ed asked. Val had made direct contact. She could leave a trail.“No. Val was interrogated by the police, but... I prepared some evidence.” Asher opened his laptop again and showed a video.Ed squinted, trying to make out the face in what looked like a CCTV recording. It appeared that Obrador was meeting Val. They exchanged words and then parted ways. Obrador got back into his car.The video showed a transaction before the accident, clearing
“What did you just call me?! I’m not pretending to be busy!” Liz was clearly not having it."If you're busy, why are you wasting time here? Or are you deliberately following me?” Asher teased.“Following you? For what? Don’t flatter yourself!” Liz snapped.“Well, you’re always here in the morning, just like when I’m here. What would you call that if not following?” Asher wasn’t fazed by Liz’s anger, while Liz turned redder with fury.“My boutique is right over there! You’re the one who shouldn’t be here! You have no reason to be here!” Liz pointed to a corner of the street where her boutique stood.“You’re following me!” Now Liz pointed back.“Why would I follow you? You’re not my type.” Asher sneered, eyeing Liz from head to toe.“Heh, Pig! Do you think I’d ever want you?! You’re
Liz smiled and waved at the customer who had just left her store. It was satisfying, as the customer had bought quite a few dresses and accessories, but it wasn't enough.The sales figures for the third week since her store had opened weren’t reaching what Liz had hoped for. Not big enough. She had managed to draw most of her customers from the boutique where she used to work, but not new ones. Liz couldn’t grow the boutique if there weren’t new customers.Liz got up from the cashier’s counter and stared out at the street. Many people—both tourists and locals—walked by, but not many looked at her shop.But there was nothing wrong with how it looked. Liz knew her shop was beautiful. It should have attracted buyers with pastel colors, mannequins showcasing trendy outfits, and a cozy atmosphere. But apparently, it hadn’t.Liz knew she had to be patient in order to see results, and that it would take time to grow. Liz
"Y...yes." Liz stammered slightly, only because she was surprised. She wasn't mesmerized by Asher, who remembered his sharp tongue well. But it seemed this time that sharpness wasn’t directed at her. Asher was still staring at Laura and Lana."So, what do these two dogs want? A bone?" Asher asked, further mocking them."Who do you think you are?! How dare you...""I should be the one asking who you are. You come here creating a scene and making accusations. This store only sells genuine items." Asher calmly returned control of the situation, preventing Lana from responding."I’m not lying. I was tricked. I thought it was a genuine product, but it turned out to be fake." Lana pointed at the bag she had thrown earlier."Where’s the receipt? Prove you bought it here." Asher extended his hand, asking for evidence he knew didn’t exist."It’s lost! Why would I keep something like that?!" Laura wasn’t backi
“Damn scumbags!” Liz growled, watching the video clip.Especially after realizing it had been edited. It showed a manipulated version of events, making it seem like Liz was aggressive and Asher attacked violently, without any resistance from Laura and Lana. They didn’t appear fierce or harsh at all.“How dare they!” Liz’s hands trembled again, filled with rage, especially after noticing the video had already garnered over three thousand views.Laura had posted it as a short video on an app with a massive user base, along with a bullying caption. It quickly gained attention, and most viewers shared the apparent injustice without much thought.“Why would they... What are you doing?”Liz was about to swear again but was distracted by how fast Asher’s hands were moving across his laptop keyboard, opening several programs simultaneously, completely engrossed.“Deleting it. Hold on. This
"Why is it gone? I already uploaded it in so many places!" Lana grabbed the phone. Laura was handing her the phone, but she clicked her tongue in disbelief.She was enjoying a back massage. A spa day at the salon was Lana and Laura's way to release the stress from their half-finished plan. But it shouldn't have failed this badly. Lana was certain she had uploaded everything correctly.When uploading, she used the file from her phone. A friend recorded everything from the start, pretending to be in the crowd in order to make the video. There shouldn't have been any mistakes.Lana had even included links to several large accounts, asking for help in spreading the injustice she had faced. Her social media account only had around five hundred followers—more than Laura. Although it wasn't a significant amount, it was sufficient to create a stir, particularly in light of the current hot topic.Laura wasn't lying, either. All of the videos Lana uploaded we
"Was there an invitation to the Hermès fashion show? You’re joking, Lana!" Rein laughed, still in disbelief, as Lana mentioned she had received an invitation yesterday.“I’m not lying! Look at this!” Lana showed Rein the message she had received.“Whoa!” Rein checked the message and was convinced, as it looked very professional."But I can't fill it out. At first, I could, but then my phone glitched," Lana complained."Hmm… Are you sure it's real?" Rein tried opening the link too, but it didn’t work."It’s real! Didn’t you see the logo and everything on the sender’s profile? It’s legit. That’s why I want you to ask. Maybe you could contact the person in charge and ask them to resend a valid link. I’ll be careful opening it this time." Lana pleaded sweetly. Her real reason for inviting Rein was this.She’d thrown this sudden get-together at her h
"How about we talk like civilized people now? Without violence or extortion." Liz then stared at Laura."You too. Do I also need to share something about you?" Liz, of course, made a threat.Laura shook her head. She could see Lana's photo clearly, and she could imagine Liz had a similar photo, as she also had a few on her phone."Come on, unless you want them all to know about this." Liz stepped inside first, waving her phone in the air. The screen was off, but with a single touch, it would light up, and the guests in there might see the photo.The two of them quickly followed, but the phone screen actually lit up and humiliated them.***"Have I ever begged to you?" Liz inquired, sitting at the edge of Lana's bed.They had retreated to the bedroom, where there were no guests and no one could hear them."What do you mean?" Lana asked cautiously.She stood a little away from the bed, glancing at the man who had been with
“Such chaos,” Liz lamented as she watched the crowd of rowdy children, who had become the main guests at her wedding.“Yeah, I didn’t expect it to get this wild either.” Ruby sat beside her, watching AJ hand out chocolate-covered strawberries to the other kids.He wasn’t alone—Claud, Val's second child, was helping him. They eventually grew close, even though their conversations were sometimes limited because Claud was more fluent in Italian than English. Still, they got along well enough.“How did it all start?” Ed frowned.“I don’t know.” Ruby was also unsure.“Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed when AJ asked.” Liz deeply regretted it.Somehow, AJ had convinced Liz to provide a chocolate fountain for her wedding, and it had become the source of chaos. The younger children were enjoying it, but soon chocolate stains appeared on the white tablecloths, as wel
"Do I have to? I already checked that document yesterday. Can’t you do it instead?" When Ed saw another email from Otiz, he complained.It was a financial report. Since Matteo had spread his investments in every direction—across more or less thirty companies—the financial reports Otiz received came from all directions, across different types of businesses. Ed hadn't anticipated this.Being an investor wasn’t as straightforward as it seemed. He still had to work.“You’re the one who has to check it. I’m just the middleman,” Otiz firmly refused.He could refuse because the request was made over the phone. Perhaps if they were face-to-face, Otiz would be more compliant. He was no longer blindly following Ed's orders, carefully sorting out what should and should not be done. He was only responsible for delivering financial reports, not reviewing them.Ed grumbled. He was quite used to reviewing company pa
"‘What do you want to show me?’ As she approached Ed, Ruby inquired.She left AJ's side; he was busy reading a story to his two younger siblings. Elena and Elisa sat quietly, either really listening or getting sleepy. It was already time for their afternoon nap."Read this," Ed shifted, making room for Ruby to sit beside him, and handed her a phone displaying an article in Spanish. Less than two hours had passed since the publication of this hot news story.Ruby didn’t pay attention to that, though, because she was immediately stunned by the headline.‘DEA ARRESTS MAJOR MEXICAN CARTEL AND EXPOSES BILLION-DOLLAR BUSINESS NETWORK’"What... you...?" Ruby turned pale and panicked, of course."Read it to the end," Ed said, pointing to the rest of the text that she had not yet seen.Ruby read quickly and frowned. There was no mention of Ed or Rosas anywhere. Only Reyes. Marco Reyes. He was the story's
Two black vans speed down a deserted road. It was already nighttime, and they were the only ones there. The end of the road was in sight—a black iron gate.“Ram it!”A shout rang out, and the vans didn’t slow down. The passengers inside, all dressed in black, held on tight as a deafening crash echoed.The gate fell, bent, but opened. The two vans barged through and stopped right in front of the brightly lit house.“Get in and kill everyone!”Another shout, and the people inside the vans scrambled out, storming into the beachside house. Some were carrying firearms; others were wielding clubs.However, as they entered, everyone froze. No one came to greet them. The house was supposed to be full of guards, which was why they had come in numbers—ready for a confrontation.In reality, what greeted them was silence. Not a single person appeared, even though the house was brightly lit.“
"AJ, don't make Abuela tired!" Ruby reprimanded AJ for running away with something, while Mia pursued him.But it was impossible to make AJ stop, especially since his younger siblings were laughing joyfully at his antics. Elisa and Elena had just learned to walk, and they happily followed him around.AJ couldn't stop when he had such an audience. Mia seemed to be scolding him, but everyone knew Mia could never really be upset at AJ.Ruby had to step in, followed by Ed to watch over Elisa and Elena. Although falling on the sand wouldn't hurt, the beach had sharp rocks that could scrape them."Mommy! They should chase me! Don't pick them up!" AJ didn’t want his little sisters to be carried away and stop the fun."Alright," Ruby said, intending to supervise them closely."How about we take a vacation?" Ed abruptly proposed the idea, having just finished reading a message on his phone."Hm?" Ruby was surprised. There had been no suc
"Here."Ed gave Otiz a handkerchief to wipe away his tears. If it had been just a few, he would have let Otiz cry—and wiped the tears with the sleeve of his jacket.The problem was that Otiz couldn’t stop crying. He had already been emotional when Ed stood beside him at the altar, and it got worse when he saw Lori walking down the aisle, escorted by flowers. It was all too beautiful and dazzling for his eyes.“Sorry,” Otiz stammered, wiping the remaining tears from his face.“What are you apologizing for? At a wedding, shedding tears is not considered inappropriate. You're just too happy. No one will blame you.” Ed gently patted Otiz’s shoulder and then turned his gaze forward.Of course, Lori was the focus of the event. Her choice of dress was perfect, blending seamlessly with the entire garden decor. Flowers, ribbons, music, and all the other elements were carefully and precisely chosen—now showcasi
Ed tapped his finger on the glass in his hand. His eyes were fixed on a single point—Marco Reyes.The man was speaking with Otiz. Nothing important. Marco was just making small talk, and Otiz was doing the same—being polite, answering Marco's questions about his law firm's progress. Ed actually needed to speak to both of them, but he chose to start with Marco first.Ed just needed to gesture with his chin, and Otiz understood immediately. He excused himself, making up a reason, and left Marco alone."I need to talk to you," Ed said as he approached."Oh? What is it?" Marco immediately followed Ed, moving to the quiet side yard. The other guests filled the living room."I want you to handle the shipment to Ecuador and Brazil next week."Marco looked as if he had choked. This was incredibly surprising. Ed had never let him touch the South American market before. Ed had always handled it himself. Marco had only been managing North A
"Mommy, I want to try! You be Elena, and I'll be Elisa."AJ reached out his hand, asking for the milk bottle from Ruby. He wanted to try feeding the babies—and he chose Elisa.Usually, Tita was around to help Ruby, but today Tita was busy, so Ruby had been on her own since earlier."You can, but please be careful, okay? Don’t let her choke, and don’t squeeze." Ruby guided AJ's hand to hold the bottle filled with pre-warmed breast milk, helping him apply just the right pressure so it wouldn't press too hard against Elisa's lips."Wow! Look, Mommy! She's drinking!" AJ exclaimed happily, eyes sparkling with joy. This was the first time he was directly involved—doing something for his little sister. AJ usually watched, but at first he was afraid to hold the babies. He would look in awe but wouldn’t dare touch them.“See? It’s not a big deal, right? You don’t have to be scared anymore.”&l
From their disheveled appearance, it was clear that Liz and Asher had either just rushed out of a room or possibly run over here. One thing was certain: as soon as they heard the news about Ruby, they had hurried over."Where? Ruby... You're pale. Why... It shouldn't be happening now."Just like Lori, Liz was out of breath as she approached Ruby, panicking. The news had shocked everyone. Liz had already planned to stay in Puerto Vallarta next week to be there for Ruby when she gave birth.Of course, Liz no longer lived at Ed’s house. She had managed to buy her own apartment.“I’m fine, and they’re fine too. But the nurse hasn’t brought them here yet. Calm down… breathe.”Ruby was already able to speak clearly and now had to calm Liz down. She was the one lying down, barely conscious, yet had to reassure everyone else."Are you really okay? No problems? Any complications?" Liz touched Ruby’s bo