At 8:00 p. m., at the Estencell Hotel.
Micaela Noboa's eyelids were heavy, she struggled to open her eyes and say something, but she couldn't get the slightest strength out of them.
A familiar woman's voice sounded nearby....
-Damn woman! Mom, I really hate her! Why did you adopt her? You should have left her on the street!
-Well, Adriana, stop complaining, she'll get what she deserves! She won't stand in your way anymore.
-Mom, why do so many men like her face? I'm nothing less than her!
-No doubt it's because of that face that looks just like her mother's! Come on, let's get out of here.
***
Micaela struggled to open her eyes to see the white ceiling, after examining the surroundings, she assumed she was in the hotel, but what was clear to her was that those two had already left.
Probably Micaela was the only person in the world who had been drugged and sent to a hotel by her own aunt. How ironic!
He stood up stiffly leaning his arms on the bed, but suddenly the dizziness made him wish he could go home immediately and lie down on his squishy bed....
But no, he had to get out of there as soon as possible!
She had a mess in her head, she only remembered that she was in her room, when Adriana gave her a glass of water that tasted like alcohol, and then she woke up here.
Micaela wanted to stand up, but as soon as she did she fell down again. With great difficulty she finally reached the door, pulled on it and unconsciously stepped back....
On the other side of the door was a man in a coleres shirt, passing through the door.
Mr. Gallo?
The shameless middle-aged man who very often looked at her so strangely and annoyed her?
He had almost no hair left on his head, he had a pot belly, on top of that he wore a super thick gold chain around his neck, he gave off a whole air of nouveau riche!
The moment he saw Micaela, he was impressed.
"Madre mia mia, what a hottie we have here!".
The girl's face was pale, just like her little mouth, her eyes, a little lost and a little wet, long hair in a bun, and with a slender figure, she expressed a kind of morbid beauty.
Mr. Gallo got horny just looking at Micaela.
-Hey, beautiful, have you come to greet me? I'm Mr. Gallo, remember me?
With that, he quickly approached the door.
Micaela tried to dodge when the other one pounced on her, but the dizziness slowed her down and she was stopped by Mr. Gallo, who smiled mischievously.
-How good you smell! I was told that the adopted niece of the Elvira family gives off an addictive scent, apparently it's true!
-Let go of me!
Micaela struggled, but the man's fat hands did not move. Micaela suddenly remembered the hairpin she wore on her head, then quickly yanked it out and stuck it into Mr. Gallo's arm....
Mr. Gallo only felt a fragrant scent as he let go of his hair, and before he could enjoy it any more, a sharp pain shot through his arm, making him jerk his arm unconsciously.
Micaela fell unsteadily to the ground and her hairpin went flying far away.....
Mr. Gallo gritted his teeth and shot a look of rage.
-Damn you, you're stubborn! Do you think you can hurt me with your strength?
With that, Mr. Gallo took a step forward, ignoring the blood on his arm.
Micaela felt a bit of fear as she tried to get up, but could only brace her hands on the floor and step back, her mind in chaos trying to think of a way to break her blockade and leave the room....
-Mr. Gallo, please, behave yourself....
Micaela wanted to angrily reprimand him, but his voice did not command.
I had to get out of this!
-Behave? Ha, ha. For your information, your cousin Adriana told me to take good care of you, and your aunt Marta is not a good person either, so come with me, you won't make a mistake!
Mr. Gallo's mouth watered with laughter.
As if irritated by the two people he mentioned, Micaela bit her lower lip so hard that bright red blood spilled out, the smell of blood and pain concentrated her consciousness, unable to retreat any further, her back hit the table, Micaela stood up clutching the table and felt a cold object like a bowl on the table, she reacted, it was an ashtray....
Mr. Gallo smiled coldly, thinking that this woman could no longer escape in any way....
-Let's see where you can escape to now, I'll teach you a good lesson!
Micaela bit her lip again, "It's not final yet, I'm not going to let this bastard get away with it!".
With all her strength, she hit him with the ashtray the moment he turned around....
Mr. Gallo's forehead immediately oozed blood!
As he screamed in pain, Micaela took off running.
Micaela rushed forward down the hallway, her footsteps so light that it seemed she was walking on clouds.
Her head was spinning, and what was clearly one path became three....
A man's voice was heard from the back.
-Stop right there, you fucking bitch!
Mr. Gallo gritted his teeth and came from behind.
Micaela ran forward desperately, leaning against the wall from time to time, and a constant heat emanated from her body, in addition to the dizziness.
Like one lost in life, she wandered without direction, until she crashed into a wide embrace in the corner....
The man embraced the woman almost unconsciously, smelling a fragrance that belonged exclusively to women.....
In fact, he thought it smelled good!
He suddenly felt very curious about this woman!
He was allergic to the smell of all perfumes, but the smell of her was not at all repulsive to him, and there was something inexplicably familiar....
The bodyguard behind her immediately tried to push her away, but Carlos Aguayo gave him a look that made him withdraw his hand and stand still behind him.
-Help me, I beg of you....
Micaela begged unconsciously.
Carlos frowned as he saw the woman in his arms, she was beautiful, stunningly beautiful at first sight, with beautiful eyes, but at that moment her eyes were unfocused and with a sense of helplessness, which awoke a desire for protection....
A desire for protection?
Would he, always known for his cold-bloodedness, have such a thing?
Carlos curved his lips coldly....
Looking up, a man was running towards them with a very clear purpose....
She was heated, and Carlos, thinking a little, supposed she was....
Looking again at the man who was coming nearer and nearer, Charles spoke lightly:
-Why should I save you?
Micaela stepped back a little, but it seemed she could not even stand without her sustenance, she could not run far and could only hope that the man before her was a good man....
-I'll... return the favor....
Suddenly, Carlos embraced her slender waist, taking her in his arms and whispering in her ear.
-How are you going to return the favor?