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-How heartless, I only helped you.

Roberto said, raising an eyebrow mockingly.

It was now that Brisa got a good look at the other man and her brow furrowed even more, with resistance as well as disgust.

-It’s you!

It was a guy who had approached her.

If she had known it was him, she would never have gone with him.

Roberto did not mind Brisa’s displeasure with him and continued to smile a wickedly charming smile. He took a few steps closer and said in a persuasive tone:

-Do you want to do something more exciting and have a good time?

-Why should I trust you?

Brisa’s eyes narrowed, her guard was still up.

-There’s no need to be defensive with me, I’m just trying to make friends with you. I realise you’re upset and have a lot of complaints in your head, and I happen to have a way of letting off steam. Or are you really not as upset as I think you are?

Roberto looked at her with a wry smile.

He had to say that his provocation was working.

Brisa thought of Dylan forcing himself to apologise to the Cazalla family against his will, of Mercedes’ loving humiliation of her, and the resentment in her chest burned so fast it almost didn’t explode.

He desperately needed to let off steam.

-Fine, I’ll go with you.

Brisa said, holding her breath.

“Since we’ve all escaped the gorilla’s clutches, why not get a little crazier? Maybe Dylan will be distressed when he finds out I’m lost and realises how important he is. Yeah, I was going to make Dylan regret it. If I’m good at this, maybe Dylan will care more and more about me.”

Brisa was trapped in a dream of the imagination, hypnotising herself, intoxicated and unwilling to wake up.

-Let’s go.

Roberto clapped his hands and brought Brisa out of her restful sleep.

The car was parked at the end of the alley, in a different street from the bar, so there was no way the doorman could find them.

Brisa followed Roberto to the car and sped off towards the outskirts.

Finally, the car stops at the top of the hill where the noise is constant.

The music, the crazy men and women, the roar of the motorbikes and the roar of the supercars blend together…. It’s a favourite place for bikers, and there are all kinds of people from all walks of life.

Roberto is one of the most influential leaders here.

Their presence makes the noise even more boisterous.

-Did you bring me here to run?

-What do you think, do you want to experience it now? Supercar or biker?

Roberto raised an eyebrow and gave a gentlemanly smile.

There was an air of evil about him, and although he had a slender face, at that moment he looked so striking that you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

-Yes.

Brisa was here to treat herself, whether it was a supercar or a motorbike, she wanted to try it all.

Roberto, for his part, is still fishing and prefers to wait until his prey is unconsciously hooked before he starts to enjoy it. By then the prey will be inseparable from him and he will be able to do whatever he wants with impunity.

Until then, it doesn’t mind giving its prey a sweet taste, it doesn’t mind giving it a magnificent sleep.

For, ah, the deeper you fall into a beautiful dream, the more you look forward to it, and the more desperate you will be when the beautiful skin tears to reveal the dirty, ugly inside.

He loves to see people struggle with despair.

The indulgence was especially painful for Brisa.

She played until 3 a. m., exhausted, and left.

Now he doesn’t trust Roberto enough, so when he returns to the city he turns his back on him and takes a taxi.

She didn’t mind indulging herself from time to time, but that didn’t mean she was going to let Roberto barge into her life.

When Brisa arrived at the flat it was 4. 30 in the morning.

He lazily pulled out his keys and prepared to open the door when it opened from the inside.

For a moment, she thought it was Dylan waiting for her.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

On the way back I kept thinking about how anxious Dylan would be when he found out she was missing, how he would be especially worried about her, how he would be waiting in the flat for her to come back, and how he would realise how important she was and never treat her as he had before.

Unfortunately, she was destined to be disappointed.

The person who came to open the door was the bodyguard who had been following her.

-Where is Dylan? Why isn’t he here?

Brisa searched the floor and saw no sign of Dylan. Her face immediately turned grim, she screamed hysterically, questioned and stormed off to tear up the room.

The bodyguard called Mateo and informed him of Brisa’s return.

There was no response and Brisa became even more irritated.

She glared angrily and questioned:

-You didn’t tell Dylan about my disappearance? Is that why you didn’t tell Dylan?

From his interrogation, it was clear to everyone that he had done it all on purpose tonight.

Even if the bodyguards were expressionless, they were still human beings, and human beings have emotions.

One of the bodyguards gave him a blank look and said indifferently: “I called the master after I heard that Miss Brisa had disappeared, but the boss’s phone was switched off, so I couldn’t get in touch with him.

-Why? Dylan’s phone is never off! You’re lying to me.

The doorman said nothing more, with a look of

-Believe it or not.

Ignoring Brisa’s hysteria, the two men finished their turn with the other group of bodyguards and simply walked away.

Brisa’s teeth chattered with anger.

It wasn’t until the next morning that Dylan heard from Mateo about Brisa’s disappearance the night before.

-Find out what’s going on.

The timing of the lights going out in the bar was all too coincidental, and if that was what Brisa had arranged, she needed to do a little more digging, lest someone from the City of Leaves infiltrate a place she didn’t know.

Soon Mateo finished his research.

-Turning off the lights at irregular intervals each night is one of the bar’s marketing tools, and the games held after each one have a different theme. It was all a coincidence that Miss Breeze left alone last night while the lights were off.

Matthew Dylan’s tactic is still believed.

As I had discovered that it was a coincidence, there could be no mistake.

For Dylan, he wouldn’t worry too much as long as he ruled out the possibility that it was Ye Noijo.

-Chief, should we press on Miss Brisa’s side?

-It is not necessary. Let her do what she wants, but let the bodyguards follow her without making a mistake.

Brisa would do what she wanted anyway, even if he had someone stop her, so she could play along.

As for Dylan, he had been quite nice to Brisa.

-How is it going with what I asked you to do?

-There are not many servants left in the Cazalla family nowadays, and they are all loyal bachelors who are hard to buy off. So I’m going to start something else, and I should find a breakthrough soon.