Chapter 35 Chapter 35
Outside the corporate tower, Nicholas Wolf stepped out of the building with the night wind buffeting his suit, his tie dangling loosely in his hand. The cold glare of the skyscraper reflected in his dark eyes.
The cell phone was still to his ear, Caroline's voice echoing in his mind—calm on the surface, but with a tension he detected instantly.
He turned his wrist, calling the name he rarely used in public:
“Bratt Malike.”
The young assistant, rushing with a stack of reports, almost tripped.
“President Wolf!”
Nicholas didn't even look back.
“Organize the meeting. I'm going out.”
Bratt blinked, incredulous.
“What? President Wolf, I... I can't! There are senior executives, branch managers... I can't run it alone!”
Nicholas stopped in front of the elevator, his gaze cold and authoritative.
“If I said you can, then you can.” His tone was sharp. “It's part of your job. And if you can't... resign now.”
The elevator doors opened.
Nicholas stepped inside, the golden reflections of the hall illuminating his profile for a second—impeccable and dangerous.
The doors closed, and the silence left Bratt paralyzed.
Was he really leaving in the middle of an international meeting?
The assistant swallowed hard.
Something had definitely changed in his boss. Something—or someone.
At the São Paulo Film Academy, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway.
Caroline was finishing folding the quilt when she heard the screams and the crash downstairs.
Her classmates rushed to the hallway balcony, curious—and she followed them, accompanied by Tania.
Downstairs, a group of men in suits were invading the women's building.
The gleam of expensive watches and polished shoes contrasted with the student environment.
The dorm supervisor, a middle-aged woman with a strong heart, tried to block them.
"Gentlemen, this is a girls' dormitory! You can't come in!
But the man in front — tall, arrogant, with a cynical smile — just pushed her hard.
She fell to the floor with a groan.
Tania turned pale.
“Are they crazy?! This is a school, not a bar!
Caroline felt her blood run cold.
Her gaze hardened, and her voice came out in a cold whisper:
”Soraya really had the nerve to bring these men here... she's really lost it.
But behind the anger was something that bothered her more.
“Tania...” she asked, turning slowly. Her eyes, now icy, reflected light. “How exactly did Soraya know that I broke up with Edward Collins?”
Tania swallowed hard, confused.
“I... I thought you told her...”
Caroline remained silent for a moment. A shadow crossed her face.
“So someone spread it. Someone with an interest in doing so.”
And while chaos spread below, a black luxury car turned the corner of the campus, disrupting the normal flow of students.
The silver emblem on the front grille—Rolls-Royce—glinted in the sun.
Inside, Nicholas Wolf watched the gate approach.
His eyes, always cold, now burned with a stormy intensity.
“José,” he said, his voice firm, “no one touches her.”
The driver nodded, accelerating smoothly.
Soraya flushed with anger. Caroline's icy tone was enough to make her feel small in front of the crowd that was already forming in the hallway.
“Bitch!” she shouted, her hand raised, ready to slap her.
Caroline didn't move. Her gaze was like a knife.
“Why? Are you going to fall again?” she said, her voice low and sharp.
The collective laughter that spread made Soraya turn even paler.
For a second, her courage evaporated. But, embarrassed by the stares, she gritted her teeth and shouted:
“Hit her!”
The boys behind her took a step forward—all big, arrogant, the kind who believed that money and influence could buy anything.
Before anyone could react, a metallic sound echoed from the ground floor: a powerful, deep engine.
The floor seemed to vibrate slightly.
Suddenly, the dorm gate opened—and a group of men dressed in black entered with firm steps, wearing headphones, tailored jackets, and expressionless faces.
The atmosphere changed instantly.
The students began to move away, whispering among themselves.
“Who are these guys?”
“They look like bodyguards... but for whom?”
The leader of the group, a middle-aged man with a piercing gaze, climbed the stairs to the third-floor hallway. When he saw Caroline, he bowed briefly.
“Ms. Wolf,” he announced, his deep voice echoing across the floor, "Mr. Wolf sent us to pick you up.
The silence was absolute.
Soraya turned pale instantly.
Ms. Wolf?
The boys behind her exchanged glances, confused.
“What... Mr. Wolf?” one of them muttered, already taking a step back.
The security chief turned slowly, his cold eyes fixed on Soraya and the boys.
“Which one of you dared to intimidate President Wolf's wife?”
Soraya's breath caught.
Kate's knees began to tremble.
Caroline, on the other hand, remained firm.
“They didn't touch me,” she said calmly, her eyes fixed on Soraya. “Yet.”
But the security guard needed nothing more.
Within seconds, the boys turned and fled down the hallways, pushing each other.
Soraya tried to say something, but the words died in her throat.
Tania, her mouth open, looked at Caroline as if she had witnessed a miracle.
“C-Carol... the ‘he’ you called... was that Nicholas Wolf?”
Caroline took a deep breath and tucked her hair behind her ear, her tone calm, almost playful:
“I told you. No one is more reliable than him.”
Meanwhile, outside, the black Rolls-Royce waited.
Inside, Nicholas Wolf looked at his cell phone screen, where a short message had just arrived:
“Problem solved, sir. The lady is safe.”
He leaned back in his seat, his fingers tapping slowly on the leather armrest, a half-smile appearing on his lips.
“Good girl.” he murmured, before saying to the driver: “Let's go get her.”
The boys behind Soraya hesitated for a moment.
They exchanged uncertain glances—not because they were afraid of Caroline, but because there was something in her gaze that made them uncomfortable.
It was the way she stood: calm, steady, almost unshakeable, as if she already knew that no one there had the courage to touch her.
Soraya, noticing their hesitation, shouted even louder:
“What are you waiting for?! I told you to hit her!”
Caroline took a small step forward. The sound of her heel echoed sharply on the hallway floor.
She lifted her chin and looked directly at the boys—one by one—her gaze as cold as a blade.
"If any of you touch me... you'll regret it for the rest of your lives.
Her voice wasn't loud, but it struck like thunder.
The spectators around her held their breath.