An hour later, the door to the room opened, and Dante walked in. The moment Kiera saw his expression, she quickly asked: “Dante, why do you look as if you’ve seen a ghost?”
Dante’s mouth was dry, his tongue parched. Pointing outside, he said: “Your second uncle and Wilmer are out there, did you know? They nearly scared me to death. I was just about to ask what they wanted when they suddenly bowed and apologized to me, even said the brick factory contract would remain as it was. Tell me, how could I not look like I’d seen a ghost?”
When Kiera finally explained everything, Dante was left helpless, his bitter laughter unending: “Sigh, it’s certainly satisfying, but this time we’ve offended your second uncle to the bone. Who knows what the future will bring.”
Meanwhile, in a Mercedes cruisi
