The next chapter will be tomorrow morning.
“Were you followed?” Ethan asked Carlos. He was frowning after learning about Carlos’ current predicament. He rose from his seat and turned his back on Carlos. Ethan looked distantly through the windows, taking it all in. “I don’t believe so, uncle. The French gang still believes Alexander and I are in Paris, preparing for the French Open,” Carlos answered. “And the driver who drove me is a company employee. Like all my employees, he had signed a privacy clause. He won't say a thing.” “I understand you, Carlos. I understand your reasons for leaving, for chasing your dreams, for going after the reason for your family’s downfall, but it should not have been reason enough to cut us completely,” Ethan berated. “I.” Carlos gulped. “I regretted not explaining my side. Again, I am sorry, uncle, but when it all got complicated, I was already stuck in the situation and… I wanted to be man enough to handle everything.” Hearing his defense, Ethan sighed. He replied, “Carlos, dealing with ev
'Who is my girlfriend?' Carlos pretended to ignore her question and asked, "I haven't seen Kaleb. Where is he?" "Are you avoiding the matter here?" Kate suspected. "Why aren't you answering my question?" "Why are you interested in finding out who is my girlfriend?" Carlos asked back, and he could see Kate's stunned expression. He swore; he saw her clench her jaws as a reaction. "I - I just figured I want to know who I am working for," Kate reasoned. "What's wrong with that?" "Really?" Carlos pursued. He folded his arms across his chest, looking intensely at Kate. "You don't have any other reason for asking that?" Carlos caught how Kate struggled to reply. She wound up snorting, letting out a laugh before answering, "No. That's it. What other reasons would I have?" "I don't have a girlfriend," Carlos finally cleared the misunderstanding. "I don't know why Catrina thought I had one, but no, I don't, and you will eventually meet the company's third owner." Before Kate could ask m
*** FLASHBACK: During One Of Carlos’ Highschool Tennis Practices. *** After tossing the ball up in the air, Carlos’ knees flexed, and his trunk rotated at a forty-five-degree angle in a pro-drop position. “Arrghhh!” He grunted as he hit the tennis ball with his racket in a powerful serve. The ball landed on the opponent’s service area, garnering Carlos his last points. “Game Ronaldo!” The referee announced the win, making Carlos’ supporters jump in their seats, cheering him on. When Carlos took the side bench to rest, Kate rushed across the court. “Here, let me get your water.” “You did such a good job! I’m so proud of you, Carlos!” Kate squeaked in excitement. She was so happy for Carlos that she unwittingly helped him wipe the sweat off his face. “Kate!” Carlos groaned. “My team is looking at me now.” “So, what?” Kate replied, her eyes wandering to Carlos’ opponent for that practice match at school. “I can’t take care of you?” When she saw Tyler walking in their directio
“You take a lot from Manuel Ronaldo,” Hugo Bonnet said, his eyes studying Carlos cautiously, waiting for a reaction. While Carlos felt rage running throughout his entire body, he swallowed all his emotions down his throat. He quickly formed a sneer as if revolted by being compared to his own father. Carlos replied, “I am… nothing like my father.” Carlos turned to his friend, Alexander. Then he shifted his attention back to Hugo. He said, “My father was selfish. More than that, he failed to manage his finances and left mother and me in a helpless situation.” “I would appreciate it, Mister Bonnet, if you don’t mention him before me,” Carlos requested. While his eyes were filled with fury, they were bitterness secretly meant for Hugo and not for his father, Manuel. Hugo’s former mischievous grin turned into a wide beam. He declared, “Well, I think… we can get along just fine." “I hope so, Mister Bonnet. I am here for money and money only. I know making business with you is the fast
“Hello, Catrina,” Kate greeted, entering the door of the CEO’s office. She extended her hand, giving Catrina a copy of her marketing proposal. “This is the marketing plan my team and I have devised. I also sent you a soft copy of the entire outline as well.” “I understand that Carlos’ endorsement contract with Rolex ends in two months, so my suggestion included for him to wear the watches even before our official launch -” “Carlos?” Catrina raised a brow and said, “You are on a first-name basis now with Mister Ronaldo?” “Kate, I don’t mind that we call ourselves on first name bases, but our boss remains to be our boss. Unless he says otherwise, you will address him as Mister Ronaldo,” Catrina directed. “Is that clear?” Kate fell silent. She gulped, realizing how the entire office was not yet aware of her connection with Carlos. Her father, Ethan, had specifically reminded her to keep it to herself, given Carlos’ involvement in an undercover police operation. In response to Catrina
Kate’s eyes fluttered open. She winced, realizing her phone was vibrating. Still half asleep, she checked the time. When Kate realized it was still four in the morning, she groaned, complaining, “Who calls at this time?” She was about to cancel the call, when something in her, call it an unknown force, urged her to answer her phone. When she slid the home screen open, she mumbled, “Do you know what time is it?” “It’s nearly noon here in Paris.” Hearing that voice, she longed for; Kate was wide awake in a flash. Her voice broke in and out as she called his name, “C-Carlos?” “It’s the first day of the tournament today. I’m sorry I woke you up. I was just… wondering if maybe… you’ll wish me luck?” Carlos said on the other line. Kate’s heart was already racing, thrilled at the unexpected call. She replied, “Of course, good luck with your game. I know you’ll do great. As usual.” There was a second of silence, but soon Kate heard Carlos say, “I miss you, Kate.” ‘Oh, my god!’ In her he
Second Round of The French Open. Stade Roland Garros, the complex hosting the French Open, had its tennis courts' surfaces made with white limestones and covered with red brick dust. Crushed bricks were pressed onto the limestone surface with rollers, then drenched in water. Every step, every glide, and every ball landing left a mark on the tennis courts. They say, in the French Open, there were few miscalculations on whether the ball went in or out, but that day, Hugo Bonnet made it a point to let Carlos know how he had control over the French games. Hugo attended the game for the first time since Carlos went undercover into the match-fixing schemes. “The ball was in!” Carlos yelled at the referee, and many of his supporters inside the stadium did the same. They were booing the referee for having counted the ball out. Carlos’ face was red in resentment. Everyone could feel the heat throughout the entire stadium. When the organizers tried Hawk-Eye's assessment, the findings c
Earlier that day in Braeton City. “Yes! Yes!” Kate squeaked after Carlos won his match. She was at a coffee shop across the street from her office building, ordering an excellent strong drink to wake her up. She almost missed Carlos’ game, but thankfully, she witnessed everything through her mobile, all while ordering her drink. It had been two days since Carlos first called her. The first time it happened, her phone died. Earlier at dawn, she missed his call because she was fast asleep. Kate was so exhausted that she failed to hear her phone ring, despite having her mobile next to her. The time difference between Braeton and Paris wasn’t helping at all. Recognizing she still had an hour and a half before work would start, Kate sat at an empty table and sipped her coffee lazily. Just then, a woman with wavy honey hair walked up to her. The woman gripped on the empty seat next to Kate and asked, “Can I take this chair?” The woman was none other than Hailey Mckenzie, and she ga