My Dear Mr. Nice novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197 : They admired her.

In Grupo Franco.

Marcos Franco declined invitations from friends sitting in the office. He put down the cell phone and kept checking the papers in his hand.

The door opened. Antonio Franco walked in. He was happy to see Marcos like this.

As the eldest son in the family, Antonio was brought up as the successor, so Marcos did not want to deal with the family business and had lent the greatest intention in his investment. But he changed his attitude and actively helped him manage the company. That surprised Antonio.

He did not want to argue with Marcos. He was grateful that Marcos didn't resist him anymore. He told him that he would learn management with effort and certified it with what he did.

He worked at the company on time and didn't go out at night. He only dated girlfriends rarely. Her change also satisfied her parents thinking that Adriana really had such great charm.

But only Marcos knew it was not for Adriana but for another woman.

-Marcos. It's time for lunch. They sent us lunch.

At this moment Marcos saw Antonio.

Marcos: -Okay. I'll come after I check it.

Antonio nodded and went out.

Someone sent him a message. He looked at the screen. It was Alba.

"Why did she text me?"

She hadn't wanted him since they had been boyfriend and girlfriend Marcos and Micaela. She had even seen him going to the hotel with other women. He had told Micaela, but she believed the excuse Marcos made up for him.

Alba hated him. Why did he send her messages?

She checked it and got up from the chair right away. She grabbed her keys and ran out. She stopped by Antonio's office but didn't have time to say she couldn't have lunch with him.

In the study. Everyone was sweating. No one came out and didn't dare. But it was already twelve o'clock, and they were hot and tired. They didn't want to be here and began to compromise.

-Stop it. Mr. Eric, I already recognize Micaela's capacity.

-It's too hot. And it's time for lunch. They can't make it without water.

-It's over. Micaela, we won't bother you, finish.

But they didn't listen to them. They did not move as if they were stones.

Actually, Adriana had reached the limit but she didn't want to lose Micaela.

Sweat dampened her eyelashes and mascara made her eyes painful. The paint was destroyed. She was so exhausted.

So was Eric. He had never worn shoes like this for so many times. Her legs trembled and she dropped the book. It surprised him and left him on the head.

They all reflected and held it. They pulled up a chair. Eric took off his shoes and sat down. He drank water and then said,

-Fuck. I can't beat you guys.

-It's so impressive to insist for three hours.

-We can't do it.