"This makes you so angry until you can't speak?" The man's voice sounded relentless.
Before turning away, I chuckled softly. "What can I say? Can I just wish you success?"
Leon, of course, assumed I was just furious.
As I left, I saw him, his face swollen and red, walk straight towards the VIP room where Gabriela was.
He knew how to exploit a woman's sympathy to gain her favor.
At least, he was much smarter than I was back then.
At the age of 20, I met Gabriela standing behind my mother.
At that time, she was just like everyone else, politely bowing and greeting me with "Nice to meet you, Young Master."
Initially, I only thought she was pleasing to the eye and appointed her as my personal assistant.
But she never became arrogant because of my favor, nor did she show the slightest displeasure at my unreasonable demands.
She was diligent and conscientious in her work, but always politely distant towards me.
Later, I was kidnapped by my enemies and she bravely took a bullet for me.
That bullet almost killed her on the spot.
It also made me completely fall for her.
During the days she was unconscious, I dreamt of the fresh scent of soap she carried me in her arms.