My Dear Mr. Nice novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85 : How noble is your status?

The car stopped in front of the villa of Los Elvira.

Micaela looked at the house through the car window, she felt so guilty.

"I'm sorry, Papa, Mama. I didn't protect our house well.... "

She felt a familiar one, it turned out that this house was originally her home!

As Micaela prepared to get out of the car, the driver handed her an umbrella and respectfully said:

-Srta. Noboa, I'll wait for you here.

Micaela took the umbrella and was about to open the door when a car suddenly stopped in front of her.

Adriana and Marta got out of the villa, opened the back seat, sat down and drove straight away.

Micaela frowned and hurried to call Adriana, but hung up. She called back and still hung up.

Micaela looked at the car in front of her, bit her lip and gave instructions:

-Mr. Driver, follow that car. The person I am looking for is there.

The driver hurried to start the car to follow.

"I have to ask all questions today, otherwise I can't sleep well."

He stopped in front of a huge house with beautiful iron gates. Across the lawn, there was an extraordinarily luxurious villa with bright lights.

A row of uniformed men stood on either side of the gate, and one of them stepped forward in front of the car in which Adriana was sitting.

She handed him something and he read it, allowing her to enter.

"Is an invitation needed?"

-Mrs. Noboa, do you need to come in?

-Can I?

-Of course. No one dares to stop you.

Micaela was even more surprised.

-Why? I don't have an invitation.

-Let's see.

The driver drove at a slower speed.

When the waiter tried to stop them to check the invitation, he was pulled over by the other waiter, who bowed respectfully, gesturing to invite him in.

The man who had wanted to stop the car hurried to do the same. After the car had entered, he asked the man next to him, confused:

-Who is inside? Why don't you check the invitation? Aren't you afraid that there are reporters?

The man patted him on the back:

-You haven't looked carefully at the photos Mr. Campos sent, have you? That car is one of the ones Mr. Campos explained, a limited edition Porsche, worth more than two million euros. That's Mr. Aguayo's car! How could he bring the reporters!

-You are right! However, Mr. Aguayo is so powerful and rich, why doesn't he want to be denounced? Maybe because he is so ugly? Hahaha.

He was about to answer when he saw the owner of the villa, the organizer of the banquet, Mr. Campos, approaching in a hurry with an umbrella.

The waiters bent down and greeted him.

Mr. Campos looked anxiously outside, muttering: