Tomas was convinced that his brother was different from him, and that he would fight for anything he wanted.
Tomas washed the dishes in earnest. At that time he had a falling out with his father and grandfather, so he studied at Yakydiza and vowed to support himself. He often earned money by washing dishes.
He found it a good business to wash dishes and eat every day.
When he finished clearing the kitchen table, he returned to the living room, sat down on the sofa, and began to read his audience of friends. When she saw a picture, she stood up and handed the phone to Carlos:
-Look, the people in the photo are you and sister-in-law, aren't they?
Carlos looked and instantly recognized that it was a screenshot from the surveillance of the store where Micaela had bought her clothes today.
The quality of the image was not particularly clear, and one could only recognize that it was Micaela, as for Carlos, who happened to have his back to the camera.
Tomas read the text of the image:
-At Plaza Santa Maria, meeting with the model final at GarzaBlanca!
Carlos frowned. Tomas opened Facebook and flipped through it, indeed, there was this news here too. So he handed his phone to Carlos again.
The picture on the phone showed that Carlos and Micaela had lunch at noon in a restaurant, and this one was much clearer with a content:
-Look, is this beauty the modeling finale at GarzaBlanca?
Sensing something was wrong, Micaela approached and asked:
-What's wrong?
Carlos looked at her, "You're too attractive, but, at this point, it's not bad news."
Pulling Micaela to sit next to him, he replied calmly:
-It's okay -looking at Tomas, she asked-, How many Facebook followers do you have?
-More than two hundred thousand.
-Very well, retweet this post.
Tomas nodded and immediately did so.
And then Carlos called Diego to tell him to protect Micaela's personal information, and to look for some Facebook accounts with a lot of followers to repost these two photos.
At that moment, Adriana was lying on the couch with a mask on, in a very good mood!
Although she had lost a chunk of land today, her afternoon live broadcast had been so perfect that her fans had doubled instantly, and several companies had called to work with Adriana, including Brillantella, which would mean more income.
-Honey, you're so smart. We've suffered the disaster, but we've made more out of it," Marta was scrolling through Fecebook with good humor.
-Micaela is no match for me! -Adriana snorted coldly with pride.
-By the way, mom, today I heard Micaela say that her boyfriend's name is Carlos, find out his identity again.
But Marta didn't hear Adriana's words, she updated the page with a pale face and muttered:
-Wow, how did this happen, how did the heat of our news go down?
-What's wrong mom? -Adriana uncovered her mask and walked over. What are you mumbling about?
Seeing the news highlighted on the phone screen:
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