Deep love: insatiable lover

Vanessa didn’t want to get involved in the war between Dylan and Orlando, but this didn’t mean that they didn’t go to bother her.

Seeing Orlando, who was blocking the front of the car, Vanessa gripped the steering wheel tightly, her heart filled with irritation. He was right in front of the car and Vanessa couldn’t get out unless she ran him over.

Orlando probably took this risk because he knew Vanessa wouldn’t do it.

He was drunk and his suit was a little wrinkled, his red, smoky eyes were bloodshot and he looked at her with indignation. His anger could be felt through the car window, it was inexplicable.

-Vanessa! -He stepped forward and slammed the bonnet with as much force as madness, shouting at Vanessa to get out of the car.

Anyone who got out of the car knew what they would face. Vanessa ignored the whistling outside and calmly took out her mobile phone to call the police.

No matter what Orlando was going to do, Vanessa didn’t want to get involved with him.

His lack of cooperation annoyed the drunken man.

Orlando squinted and staggered into the driver’s seat, banging hard on the window glass with the phone in his hand.

Knowing that the glass could not be opened like that, but the situation in front of him was enough to cause panic.

Vanessa couldn’t help but grip the steering wheel tighter, Orlando’s voice didn’t sound quite right through the car door.

-Open the door, Vanessa, I’m asking you to open the door! -Orlando shouted like a madman, banging frantically on the glass.

-Is that you? Is that you?

Vanessa stared coldly at Orlando through the car window, watching his mouth open and close in angry questioning. Even just by looking at his snout she understood what he was saying and then what he meant.

He couldn’t help but snort coldly.

It was Dylan who wanted to fight against The Moya Group. What has it got to do with me.

Taking a deep breath, Vanessa pulled out her phone and showed Orlando the call log.

The alarm number was at the top.

Instead of panicking, Orlando felt surprisingly more annoyed and hit the window glass harder. The glass only made not-so-clear cracks, but the phone was already broken.

The exploding fragments wounded Orlando’s face, leaving a bloody mark with their sharp edge.

His expression grew fiercer and fiercer.

The cracks in the glass grew and Vanessa frowned in concern.

If this continued, the windows would break.

Why hadn’t the police come after all this time?

-Vanessa, open the door.

Now he was desperate to see Vanessa, his drunken brain froze and his thoughts froze, even Orlando himself could not understand why he wanted to see Vanessa.

When the phone didn’t work, he broke it with his hands.

Orlando’s bloody fist flew into the car, luckily Vanessa dodged it quickly and only landed on broken glass as she turned her face to the side.

-It’s on the move.

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-Vanessa,” said Orlando, his violent eyes suddenly filled with pain. I got The Moya Group for you, but why didn’t you come back to me? You even let Dylan do it with The Moya Group. Heh, Vanessa, you really are so cruel.

-I didn’t do that.

Vanessa looked at him calmly, knowing full well that now was not the time to irritate him. Orlando was dangerous now and was likely to do something extreme. So she tried to control her expression and not show her dislike for him.

-Who else could it be but you?

-Believe it or not, everything Dylan does has nothing to do with me. Don’t forget that Dylan has a fiancée. His fiancée is Brisa from the Leoz family, and I am just a tool for him.

-Yes? -Orlando narrowed his eyes as if he was convinced, and the next second he grabbed Vanessa’s wrist fiercely, “Then you’ll come back with me. We’ll take care of Dylan together, we’ll get him out of Peaceful City, okay?

-Orlando, don’t involve me in your dispute with Dylan.

As soon as Vanessa finished speaking, she saw that Orlando’s eyes were fierce again and he was looking at her viciously, as if she had done it all.

-You have rejected me again, how dare you!

Orlando’s hands kept pushing harder and harder, the slender white wrists under his palms were fragile as if about to be crushed.

He was in a lot of pain.

Vanessa fought through the pain and pushed back the nausea churning in her stomach and spoke:

-Orlando, we broke up a long time ago. Now you are married to Brisa

-Breeze? That monster!

Orlando frowned in disgust. He had married her as a stopgap measure. Now that Nico Lacasa had resigned, what was the point of keeping Brisa!

-Do you care about this? Don’t worry, I’ll divorce Brisa tomorrow.

Thinking he had found a reason for Vanessa’s reluctance to return to him, Orlando’s emotions became agitated and euphoric.

-You’ll come back when I divorce her, okay?

To appease Orlando and get him to let go, Vanessa had to patiently play along.

-I will think about it.

-Really?

-Really.

Orlando looked at her in ecstasy, his big body wanting to come through the car window.

-Let me go first, my wrist really hurts.

She fought against the instinctive physical disgust at Orlando’s proximity and tried to keep her voice steady as she spoke. While Orlando wasn’t looking, she slipped out to unbuckle her seatbelt, intending to climb into the passenger seat as soon as he released her.

By the time the police were called, they would have arrived soon.

-Are you in pain?

Orlando frowned, sniffing Vanessa’s wrist but not letting go.

-Yes, so let me go.

Vanessa’s voice softened.

It had been a long time since she had spoken to Orlando like that, and he was so stunned for a moment that he let go of her hand.

-Police!

The sudden sound of the voice flipped a switch and Orlando’s expression instantly became grim again.

-Did you call the police?

Orlando looked at Vanessa with hostile eyes and grabbed her hand again.

Tougher than before.

Vanessa was relieved that the police had arrived and there was no point in being vain with him.

-Yes, I called the police. So Mr. Dylan hasn’t given up yet? You want to sink The Moya Group even faster by uncovering the scandal of the drunken president’s murder while he’s in the middle of a storm? -said Vanessa mockingly, the cold light under her eyes making Orlando’s expression grow grimmer.

-Good, very good.

Surprisingly, Vanessa counted on him again.

-And you fooled me that everything Dylan did and it had nothing to do with you? Aren’t you still helping him set me up even now? By being hypocritical, calling the police to get me, that way, they could discredit the Moya Group… Fine, fine.

Only someone as shameless as Orlando could distort the truth and still be so justified.