Please behave My Lord

Chapter 28: It Really Was Him

Chapter 28: It Really Was Him

Inside the office of Grupo Durán's president.

-Mr. Durán, there was chaos in the crew of Emperatriz Santa today," the assistant stood in front of the

large desk and said respectfully. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

The man raised his eyelids slightly and asked:

-Tell me?

-The director wants to change the general designer and she got very angry and said a lot of swear

words.

-I know.

-The general designer is ... Mrs....

The assistant had just learned of this matter and hurried to tell Leopoldo.

-I can see that," Leopold stiffened slightly, but then adjusted his mood, and responded with an

unapproachable expression.

-Sir, do you want me to go talk to the director?

"Miss Ortiz is Mr. Durán's wife, won't he help her?"

-It's not necessary," Leopoldo said coldly, his eyes never leaving the computer screen for a moment.

-But...

-You can leave now.

"Who knows what he's thinking?"

The assistant didn't dare ask any more questions, after all, that was what the boss wanted, and he had

no right to interfere in his private affairs.

The chief only told him to pay attention to Ms. Ortiz, but did not ask him to help her.

-Yes, sir," the attendant went out and gently closed the door.

Midnight.

A black Maybach limousine parked silently in front of the villa. The man sitting inside and his features

were stern, which seemed extraordinarily mysterious in the night.

He seemed to be thinking about something, his eyes fixed on the dimly lit room on the second floor of

the villa.

"Is she still awake?"

Leopoldo got out of the car and entered the villa. When he reached the living room, he saw that the

maid was carrying a bowl of chicken soup in her hand and wanted to go up to the second floor.

Seeing him, the nanny was quick to ask:

-Sir, have you eaten yet?

Leopoldo nodded his head and his eyes fell on the chicken soup still steaming in the maid's hands.

The nanny explained:

-Sir, the lady has been locked up in the study for two days and has not come out, and she has eaten

very little. She seems to have lost a lot of weight.

-Why don't you want to eat?

Leopold frowned slightly, and his words revealed a hint of dissatisfaction.

-The lady says she still has no inspiration for this work, so she has no appetite for food.

The nanny shook her head and said helplessly:

-I made him this chicken soup today and was just about to take it to him.

-Well, I'll take it.

Leopoldo took the plate from the nanny's hands, turned around and went up to the second floor.

The maid looked at her master's back and shook her head vigorously.

"Am I dazzled or what? The gentleman to personally bring the soup to the lady?"

When he arrived at the small studio, just like last time, the door was half closed, with a glimmer of light

coming from the room.

Leopoldo knocked on the door and Mariana's tired voice came from inside the room:

-I'm very well, I have no appetite for food right now, thank you.

She was learning all that boring old costume knowledge and didn't want anyone to interrupt her.

But she had been working day and night for the past two days and learning about costume design, now

she was feeling a little overwhelmed. By this midnight, she was so tired she didn't even want to talk.

I was very sleepy and wanted to sleep very much....

But the nanny was concerned about her health and wanted to prepare a delicious meal for her, so she

unconsciously thought that the person outside the studio was the maid.

He didn't raise his head and said softly toward the door that he didn't want to eat now.

But the person who came did not speak, and the sound of leather shoes clacking against the floor

seemed very evident in the small studio.

The maid used to wear slippers, so where did the sound of leather shoes come from?

Mariana looked up from her book and her eyes suddenly dilated, full of disbelief.

"Am I too sleepy? Am I hallucinating? Is the person outside Leopoldo?"

Mariana rubbed her dry eyes and fixed her gaze. She really hadn't made a mistake. The person who

came was really him.