Really as Mr. had said, she certainly wouldn't accept it.
Diego said following Carlos' instructions.
-The gentleman said that you don't need to return this phone that you have used, and that if you really want to return it, you should return a new one.
Last time he broke it, and some paint fell off the edges and corners. It really wasn't good to give it back to him like that. Micaela blushed a little and then reached out and took the phone.
Diego pushed the two boxes behind him in front of his eyes.
-Diego said, "The Mr. said these are the clothes you've been wearing and that you should handle them yourself.
Micaela was surprised and wanted to refuse.
-I'm not wearing that many clothes!
Basically she wore those outfits, there were a lot of clothes in the closet, and she didn't wear them one by one ...
-Sir just asked me to bring it here. If you have any questions, call and ask the gentleman directly. Then I won't disturb your rest. Goodbye!
The gentleman said not to talk to him for more than 3 minutes...
Diego nodded politely to Micaela and turned to leave.
Micaela wanted to stop him to ask if Carlos was okay.
But she restrained herself.
He was an excellent man, and there were so many girls around him who liked him, how could he be bad!
Forcing herself to think this way, Micaela dragged her suitcase inside, closed the door and turned around, looking at the luxurious house, still having the illusion of being blinded by the light.
With mixed feelings, she sat down on the couch, pulled her phone card out of her purse, loaded it back into the pink phone and turned it on.
The phone suddenly rang and the rapid tones of several messages startled Micaela.
When she finally calmed down and Micaela wanted to see him, the phone rang again!
It was Alba.
As soon as Micaela answered the phone, an anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.
-What the hell are you doing, Micaela! The phone hasn't been working all day, I've been calling your boyfriend!
Micaela was surprised!
-What are you saying, you called him?
Alba softened her breath before saying.
-It's Mr. Ocampo, I don't have Mr. Aguayo's number, I called him this afternoon, but it took him several times to answer, I really don't know what they do with your phones, I almost booked a ticket to fly back!
Micaela was embarrassed.
-I'm sorry for worrying you....
-Don't be so reckless next time, keep your cell phones everywhere and turn them off!
Kept them everywhere? Mr. Ocampo said that?
-What did Mr. Ocampo tell you?
-He just said you didn't bring your phone to work and left it at home, and he told me he would call you tonight.
-Okay...
What could Mr. Ocampo say? He just made up a random reason.
-Micaela, did you ask your Mr. Aguayo to find Ivanna's shoes for you? She'll need them next weekend.
-My Mr. Aguayo?
Micaela smiled bitterly.
-Alba, let's make a video call!
After saying that, Micaela hung up the phone and initiated a video call request and Alba answered it.
Micaela touched the conversion camera and then picked up the phone to show Alba her surroundings.
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