Deep love: insatiable lover

Orlando’s departure became the last straw for the Moya Group.

Grupo SJ took over the business from Grupo Moya, which had dominated Ciudad Pacifica for almost a century, in just one week.

As for the rumours against him on the Internet, Dylan did not even pay attention to them.

In his words, it was an unnecessary waste of time for unimportant matters.

Standing in the former office of Gerardo’s CEO, Dylan faces the floor-to-ceiling windows and watches the hustle and bustle of the city with a cold expression. His hands are lazily shoved in his trouser pockets, but he is not happy to get what he wants.

His humour is restrained and it is difficult to guess what he is thinking.

Mateo quickly takes care of the delivery and knocks on the door.

-Sir, everyone is here.

When he said everyone was here, he meant all the shareholders and executives of Grupo Moya. All of them were now standing uneasily in the larger conference room. No one knew what Dylan, the new boss, was going to do with them, and whether there would be any change in the direction of the company.

Everyone had a lot to say, but no one dared to talk to each other.

-Mr Dylan.

Mateo pushed open the door to the meeting room and stood next to it, gesturing an invitation to Dylan.

Everyone in the conference room immediately sat up and looked in the direction of the door.

Dylan entered unhurriedly, with a kind and polite smile on his face, which did not reach his eyes.

He sat in his plush office chair.

Raising his hand to his wristwatch, he said: “You are all here on time, and I am delighted that the first plenary session has been so cooperative.

If I had said this with a smile on my face it would have seemed more genuine.

No one dared to speak, they even held their breath unconsciously for fear of causing trouble.

-Send them the papers to read.

-Yes.

Only then did the crowd see the papers Matthew was holding, and soon everyone had a copy in front of them, which they immediately looked at.

Hospital.

-What did you say?

At Jaime’s words, Gerardo lost consciousness and almost fainted.

-Did the Moya Group become Dylan’s?

-Sir, what do we do now?

Jaime said with an anxious look on his face, looking like he was really worried.

-Bastards! Bastards!

Orlando was nowhere to be seen, and the Moya Group was back in Dylan’s hands.

Gerard felt nothing but a sharp pain in his head and his veins were about to burst. His chest was rising and falling violently, and the way he gasped sharply made you worry that he would pass out in the next second.

-Sir, calm down.

-How can I be calm! That sinner, Orlando, left without a word. And Dylan, who has really been flirting with the Moya Group since he came home. It’s a waste of time for me to be so nice to him, send him abroad for further studies and create opportunities for him. What a wolf, what a wolf.

Jaime stood with his head slightly bowed as he listened to Gerard’s spiel.

A wolf?

Well, that was an appropriate word for Gerardo.

But he had no self-awareness and continued to curse Dylan angrily.

-I’m going to the office!

How is it possible for Gerardo to put up with this.

Even when Jaime told him that the Moya Group had become Dylan’s, he didn’t want to admit it. He was going to go to the office, he was going to confirm it himself.

-But Sir, you are on… a bad road.

Gerard had just been revived and now he couldn’t even get out of bed and walk, so how was he going to get to the office.

-You go and get a wheelchair, I have to go to the office today.

Gerard was determined, and it wasn’t as if Jaime was going to change his mind after a few words of persuasion.

He had no choice but to fetch a wheelchair and ask his bodyguard to put Gerard in it and push him.

Jaime himself went to the boot where the wheelchair was and sent a quick text message while no one was looking.

Half an hour later.

The receptionist sees Gerardo and for a moment does not react to let him enter the lift with the man.

Thinking that the Moya Group had changed owners as of today, he hurried to call the secretariat upstairs to inform them of Gerardo’s arrival at the office.

While everyone was looking at their papers, Mateo leaned close to Dylan’s ear and said.

-Gerardo is here.

Dylan nodded, a glint of interest in his eyes.

Imagining Gerard’s exasperated look as he entered, his eyes grew darker and darker.

Just in time, isn’t it?

He should have seen his precious Moya Group fall into Dylan’s hands and his years of calculation and hard work go down the drain.

Because he deserved it!

-Bang.

The door to the meeting room burst open and the bodyguard turned as Jaime pushed Gerard into the room in his wheelchair.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

His gaze swept over all the shareholders and executives in the room, and Gerard’s face was dark and frightening before he finally looked at Dylan, his hand on the wheelchair clenched, his eyes stern and hateful.

The look in his eyes was as if he wanted to cut Dylan to pieces.

Unfortunately, the only thing he had to show for it were his eyes.

-Called a shareholders’ meeting? What do you mean, Dylan, I agree? I’m not dead yet, and Grupo Moya doesn’t get to make decisions.

Gerardo said in a cold, stern tone, assuming that he was still the president of Grupo Moya.

-Mr. Gerardo has a memory error, Grupo Moya… no, from now on there will be no Grupo Moya.

-What do you mean by that?

-You still don’t know? -Dylan asked with mock surprise, smiled and looked at Matt, “Tell him what happens now.

-Yes, boss.

Mateo nodded respectfully and then looked at Gerardo.

-Mr. Gerardo, the company has been completely bought out by Mr. Dylan with yesterday and is now just a subsidiary of the SJ Group. And just now, the company has changed its name again. From now on, it is no longer the Moya group, but ‘Grupo M & C’.

The M is the initial capital letter of Dylan’s surname, while the C is the initial capital letter of the word Cazalla in Vanessa.

Of course, there is no need to explain any of this to Gerardo.

Just let him know that the Moya Group that existed no longer exists and has become the M&C that it is now.

-You… you… you…

Gerard glared angrily at Dylan, intending to accuse him, but his speech was cut short because he could not breathe, and he could only utter the word “you” several times when he opened his mouth.