Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Domestic, The Holy City.

News of the terrorist attacks in southern Africa quickly swept through major news outlets.

Twitter hotspots rank high on Strange Journey’s list of terrorist attacks in Africa.

As soon as Nico left the conference room after the morning meeting, Campoverde handed him his phone with a grimace to show him the Twitter hotspots.

“Mr. Nico, something may have happened to Miss Micaela, the ‘Strange Journey’ team has gone to southern Africa and reliable information has come in that among the hostages taken in the terrorist attack were several well-known Spanish actors and a presenter, who I’m afraid is actually Miss Micaela and her group. ”

Nico’s face froze, he gritted his teeth and cursed, “Who the fuck gives you these kinds of warnings?”

“Celesta … Celesta Zorrilla.”

Nico shoved the paper in his hand roughly, straight into Campoverde’s arms, “Come back and I won’t get her!”.

Before the words were out of his mouth, the man was already walking toward the elevator, tugging at his tie.

Campoverde hung back and asked, “Mr. Nico, why are you leaving?”

“Save the people!”

Campoverde double-talked behind his back, “So long after the breakup and still so tongue-tied, dog man.”

Nico arrives at the subway parking lot and rushes to his car, starting it while calling Adam Rouco.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Adam Rouco had also just finished his morning meeting and received a call from Nico as soon as he left the conference room.

The man picked up the phone with one hand and loosened his neck tie with the other, flirting, “It’s early and you’re calling me, I’m not going to the bar with you to declare daytime silver.”

Nico frowned, “Am I that kind of person? Don’t be ridiculous, I need your help, join me on a trip to southern Africa, meet me at the Moon House base in twenty minutes.”

The Moon building, where they normally stored their weapons and equipment in The Holy City.

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Twenty minutes later, Adam Rouco stepped out of the sports car with a black backpack slung over one shoulder, Nico was already inside the helicopter, the huge swirl of his wings blowing the back corners of Adam Rouco’s black suit jacket.

The man moved towards the helicopter with his long legs and threw the black backpack over his shoulder into the back of the helicopter and said, “Tell me, how much is the reward for accompanying you to save someone?”

Nico looked at him with disdain, “Fuck, you wear this when you accompany me to save a life? You think your life is too long?”

Nico picked up a combat suit and threw it at him roughly.

Adam Rouco slowly changed, “I just came from a meeting, did you give me time to change?”.

The helicopter sped up the huge airport runway as Nico scolded him, “And you finished five fucking minutes late, be a man!”.

Adam Rouco raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his seat, watching the helicopter rise rapidly, bringing his hands to the back of his neck and leaning back in the helicopter seat with his eyes closed. “I could have taken a vacation tomorrow, now I’m sacrificing my precious free time to go to that shitty Africa with you, get a grip.”

“I’m not counting on you if Micaela gets killed by terrorists.” Nico cursed him hatefully through gritted teeth.

Adam Rouco looked at him wide-eyed, snorted and shifted his resting position, “Looks like you’re playing for real this time. intrigued?”

“I’m not fucking around, I’m risking my life to save someone’s life, is that it?”

Adam Rouco: “They’re just henchmen and you’re risking your life, don’t get your hopes up.”

Nico: “I cao your mother.”

Adam Rouco smiles, stops talking and goes to bed.

If you’re here to do the hard work, you need to rest now so you don’t get sleepy later.