Chapter 224: Child with cerebral palsy
-Why not? You raised Mr. Orlando anyway. You know how much Mr. Orlando respects you, and I’m sure he’ll understand when he understands what you’re trying to do.
-Don’t speak for that sinner! He doesn’t take me seriously and thinks I’m old and useless. Hmph, I haven’t even given him the whole Moya family to take over, and he dares to be arrogant in front of me. If I really let him take over everything in the Moya family, he will surely throw me out of the house!
Gerardo grunted.
Jaime had an anxious look on his face, but did not know how to advise.
-Call number 13 and ask him how his preparations are going. Doesn’t that bastard have director Lacasa as a backer? When his backing falls, I’ll see what he can do!
It seemed that Señor Gerardo was actually planning to use his shadow powers against Director Lacasa to make Orlando suffer.
“This way, my plan will go more smoothly there,” thought Jaime discreetly, his face still respectful.
-Yes, I’m on my way.
As Jaime turned to leave, Gerardo suddenly thought of his grandson, whom he was trying to raise like a puppet, and said:
-Tell Pilar to bring the baby to me.
-Yes.
Jaime came out with a twinkle in his eye.
He went to see Pilar.
-What is it?
-Where is the little boy? Mr. Gerardo wants to see him suddenly.
A flash of panic flashed under Pilar’s eyes at Jaime’s comment, and she tried to suppress it, pretending to be calm.
-Well, that’s no coincidence, the little baby has just fallen asleep.
Jaime frowned but didn’t make it difficult and said:
-Since he’s asleep then forget it, you take care of him and I’ll go tell Mr. Gerardo.
-Good.
Pilar nodded her head hastily.
Jaime said no more and turned to leave.
After finishing what Gerardo had asked him to do, he did not return first, but found a secluded place to send a text message. After confirming that it had been sent successfully, he deleted the text message and returned as if nothing had happened.
-Where is the baby?
-Mr. Gerardo, you are not well yet and you need rest. It is not too late to come back to see you when you are well.
Gerardo waved his hand impatiently, gesturing for Jaime to come out.
At the Club.
The music is deafening to the ears and the dance floor is full of men and women letting off steam.
Not far away, in the VIP seats, Orlando sits nonchalantly in the dark, with a number of exquisite wines in front of him. Opposite him sits Juan, obviously drinking with him.
-What great news, Gerard has fainted with rage.
Orlando was now no relation to Gerardo, and what little affection he had in the past had long since been reduced to ashes in one conflict and confrontation after another.
Now he would like Gerardo to have no more energy to manage the Moya Group so that he can get his hands on it as soon as possible.
-Mr. Orlando, you need to drink less.
-How can I drink less, I want to drink more and get drunk on such a happy occasion!
Orlando said with a big smile, picking up the glass in front of him and downing the contents in one gulp.
I was already half-drunk, looking at the men and women dancing wildly.
-Vanessa.
Orlando shouted Vanessa’s name in pain, he was looking forward to seeing Vanessa now and sharing the good news with her. It was good news, and only Vanessa deserved to celebrate with him.
“Do what you want.”
Orlando took out his mobile phone to call Vanessa.
-It’s time to go home.
Vanessa was a little annoyed to have to meet Dylan again before she could relax for a long time.
It was getting late and I had to go back, not wanting to worry Mercedes.
Just as he finished speaking, the phone rang.
Thinking it was Mercedes calling, Vanessa rushed to get her out, only to discover that it was Orlando calling.
-Heh, my nephew still has old feelings for you all the time.
Vanessa ignored Dylan’s conspiratorial sarcasm and simply hung up the phone, crossing out the number.
-I want to…
-I am jealous.
Dylan interrupted Vanessa and, leaning down, took Vanessa’s chin, tasting her lips.
Vanessa didn’t move a muscle and let him kiss her.
There was no resistance or cooperation.
Dylan’s movements falter, but his lips remain pressed together without parting. He stares at her from close range, his eyes sharp as if he can see into her mind.
Vanessa listened to the beating of his agitated heart.
-The DS Group has stolen several large projects from the Moya Group recently, what do you think the Moya Group will do?
-I don’t know.
Vanessa lowered her eyes, avoiding Dylan’s gaze.
-How could Gerard admit defeat so easily, let alone to a grandson who was raised and taught by him personally? Darling, our opportunity is at hand.
-This is your chance.
Vanessa couldn’t resist the sarcasm.
-Well, my chance.
Dylan didn’t mind either, finally releasing his lips, but he didn’t pull away.
-By the way, there’s something you certainly don’t know.
“I don’t want to know.
Vanessa answered in her mind.
When Dylan saw that she refused to pay attention to him, a cold light shone under her eyes, as the corners of her lips curved upwards even more. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look up and look at him.
-Honey, don’t you want to know?
If she said she didn’t want to, this man surely wouldn’t get carried away tonight.
-What is it?
-The grandchild Gerardo had high hopes for was simply a dysfunctional baby.
-What?
“Is it Melina and Orlando’s baby? Is it dysfunctional?”
-That child doesn’t respond to anything in the outside world, he’s seven months old and he can’t do anything. He hasn’t been examined by a doctor, but he’s no different from a child with cerebral palsy, is he?
Dylan raised an eyebrow, a cold gleam in his eye:
-This is God’s punishment for Gerardo.
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It was a hatred that went to the marrow of his bones.
He didn’t know what was wrong, but he let go and asked:
-Why do you hate Gerardo so much?
-Do you want to know?
Dylan looked at Vanessa and his fingers stroked her cheek ambiguously. His voice lowered infinitely seductively.
Vanessa came to her senses with a jolt and shook her head.
-I don’t want to know.
-Really?
Dylan smiled a wicked, morbid smile that sent shivers of horror down his spine.
Vanessa took a deep breath and stared at Dylan:
-I’m sorry, I’m not interested in your personal affairs. It’s late, I should get back or my mother will worry.
-I’ll take you.
Dylan regretted it, but did not force the issue.
Vanessa didn’t answer, nodding. The car started again and neither of them spoke.