His soul-Chapter 338: A dream

After reading one of Diego’s most recent emails, Gina finally reads all incoming emails. Gina reads one by one the emails sent by Diego, Rosa and Selena. Selena, yes the girl also sent an email to Gina.

"It turns out that I have missed a lot of important events."

Gina spoke to herself when she read Rosa’s email that reported her engagement with Alexandre, who had succeeded in becoming a permanent doctor at a favorite hospital in Barcelona. Then about Selena, who chose to be a model as she had dreamed of since she was a child, and Diego, who continued the business of The Paradise group, accompanying Julian as deputy CEO. Everything went normal and seemed fine, as if from the start Gina’s presence was not needed by the Sanders family.

Gina just turned off her laptop when the sun began to rise on the eastern horizon, her sleepiness suddenly came just as the laptop with the apple logo died. By hugging her favorite doll, Gina finally fell asleep, from the corner of her eyes a clear liquid seemed to flow down her cheeks that touched the pillow.

Ritz Hotel, Suite Imperiale. Paris. 9.00 PM.

After various tiring events, finally Massimo was able to enjoy relaxing time with wine in his hotel room alone without being disturbed by the screams of the women who asked for a photo with him. Being greeted directly by Milos Djokovic at the airport made Massimo’s name a trending topic on all social media today, CEOs of other well-known brands also have to be patient waiting their turn to talk to Massimo. Massimo’s great influence really made the tycoons compete to get him to cooperate.

"Would you like dinner in your room or in the restaurant, sir?"

"In my room, I can’t stand the flash much longer," said Massimo hoarsely as he tossed the coat he was wearing on the chair carelessly.

"Okay, sir. I will ask the waiter to immediately prepare your food," said Martin politely.

Massimo just nodded his head as he continued his steps towards the bathroom, for hours surrounded by many people made Massimo hot. Massimo wanted to get rid of the scent of women’s perfume that stuck to his body by soaking in warm water in the bathtub.

Staying at a hotel with a fantastic price makes Massimo get extraordinary facilities, a comfortable bathtub with the best wine in Paris is his friend to unwind at this time. Being alone in the bathroom made Massimo reminisce about what he had gone through today as soon as he set foot in Napoleon Bonaparte’s home country a few hours ago, dozens of journalists from local and international television immediately chased him like an artist with flashes of flash trying to get a bit of interesting information from him.

Considered single when he was mature enough to make Massimo a big magnet for beautiful women in Paris, several top artist and model managers did not hesitate to contact Martin and offered to meet Massimo. But Martin, who knew Massimo had no taste with women, immediately rejected him without asking Massimo first, Martin knew too well what Massimo wanted.

Massimo’s composure was suddenly broken when his cell phone rang loudly, damn it. Massimo forgot to change the ring mode of his cell phone.

Holding back his anger, Massimo grabbed his cell phone from the small table next to the bathtub, his eyes narrowed when he saw an anonymous number appear on the screen. Feeling that he didn’t know the number, Massimo ignored it by turning off his cell phone, since Gina’s disappearance five years ago Massimo rarely communicated with his personal cell phone. Everyone who wanted to communicate with him always went through Martin first, which was why Massimo chose to turn off his cell phone.

After feeling quite satisfied with the bath, Massimo then got up and left the bathroom using a black bathrobe that had been provided by the hotel. Knowing Massimo del Cano likes black, the hotel then replaced all the bathroom fixtures with the color that Massimo liked.

When he just came out of the bathroom Massimo was surprised by the presence of several of his men who were holding a gun in each hand.

"What happened?" asked Massimo coldly.

Martin, who had just finished talking to the hotel manager, rushed over to Massimo. "There is an intruder, sir."

"Intruder? At the Ritz Hotel, Suite Imperiale? Really?"

Martin swallowed his saliva when he realized his master’s anger. "A young woman who is obsessed with you managed to steal your number from my cell phone, sir. She then tried to enter this room to meet you."

"Stole my number from your cell phone?" cried Massimo loudly in a rising voice. "Please explain in more detail."

Terrified, Martin then told about the carelessness he had done that made an intruder manage to steal Massimo’s phone number, while speaking Martin did not dare to look at Massimo’s face. Martin felt too guilty about an incident that nearly jeopardized the reputation of Massimo del Cano.

"Women today are truly extraordinary," Massimo muttered under his breath as Martin finished explaining the mess.

Without changing his expression Massimo walked into the bathroom to retrieve the cell phone that had been deactivated earlier. "Throw it away and give me a new one, I also happen to be bored with the features on this phone," said Massimo again as he handed his cell phone to Martin.

"You want a new cell phone, sir?" Martin asked surprised, the cell phone Massimo was using was the latest one a month ago.

Massimo nodded his head. "Yeah, I’m tired of this phone. Didn’t you say that a girl had stolen my number, didn’t you?"

"Yes sir."

"Okay, problem solved, right? I’m tired of this cell phone and you can replace it, my number also happened to be spread to other people. And just so you know, there was already an anonymous number calling me."

Martin’s eyes widened. "Are you serious, sir?"

"Can you see I’m joking right now, Martin?"

Martin shook his head quickly.

"Good, find a white one. I want to change the atmosphere, constantly using a black cell phone turns out to be boring too," said Massimo again as he landed his butt on the sofa.

"Okay sir, I’ll find a new cell phone for you..."

"A, tomorrow. It’s late, I don’t need a cell phone either. Just accompany me to eat and report my schedule for tomorrow morning." Massimo quickly cut off Martin’s words. "I wonder who I’ll be meeting tomorrow at the film festival."

Martin nodded slowly, with a blink of an eye Martin gave a code to his men to get out of the room immediately so as not to disturb the master’s appetite. During the meal, Massimo and Martin were served by a professional waiter who was very skilled at serving food.

When Martin was explaining the rundown of events for tomorrow morning Massimo seemed to interrupt several times, Massimo didn’t like the hectic schedule he had.

"I’m just an invite to this place, then why is my schedule so busy?" Massimo protested angrily.

Martin smiled. "Your charm is too great, sir."

"Troublesome, can’t it be reduced?"

"I’ve lost half of this, sir," said Martin again.

"Fuck."

Martin pursed his lips again, not daring to open his mouth for fear of making his master even more angry. Even though he hadn’t eaten all of his food, Massimo decided to quickly leave the table and walk to the balcony to relieve the stress of smoking. Since Gina left, cigarettes have been Massimo’s best friends.

Massimo’s blue eyes stared at the bustle of Paris from the balcony where he was currently, the people who were preparing for the film festival could be seen clearly from where Massimo was standing. Dozens of police cars have also been seen starting to secure the situation around the event venue, this once a year event is indeed very prestigious because it is not surprising that the preparations made are also extraordinary.

When he was about to go back into the room, Massimo’s ears suddenly heard a loud laugh from the room which was right next to his room. Massimo’s eyebrows even rose because he was very disturbed by the laughter of the woman he did not know.

"Isn’t this the nicest room in the hotel, Martin?" asked Massimo coldly.

"That’s right, sir. This is the highest room type in the hotel."

"If this room is the highest room type then how come next to this room there are still scribble people staying?"

"Scribble people?"

Massimo massaged his head. "Get out on the balcony and listen for yourself."

Without being ordered twice Martin rushed out to the balcony to find out what Massimo meant, it didn’t take long for Martin to finally know what Massimo had said earlier.

"I’ll take care of it, sir," said Martin hastily.

Massimo waved his hand in the air without speaking, after which he stepped onto the bed to sleep. Although the main event hasn’t been done yet, Massimo is really tired. Having a big name doesn’t make Massimo happy and if Massimo could turn back time he would prefer to go back to Gina and fix all his mistakes in the past.

When he was in bed, Massimo suddenly remembered the precious moments he had spent with Gina at the beginning of his introduction when he used Marco’s identity. Gina, who incidentally is a lady from a rich family, was not ashamed to be friends with him who at that time claimed to be a servant. It was because of Gina’s sincerity that Massimo became attracted to her and Gina’s pure sincerity was never found in any other woman. Every woman who has been close to Massimo over the years has had a purpose, none as genuine and pure as Georgina Sanders.

"Akhh Fuck!! Why do I always think of Gina at times like this? Why are you so happy to punish me, God? Is the past five years not enough? How big is my mistake that you still don’t want to end my suffering?"

Massimo shrieked loudly in his hotel room alone.

"Where should I look for you, Gina? Where are you hiding?"

***

"No!!!!"

Gina screamed loudly as a large hand touched her face, her body covered in sweat glistening.

"Gina, honey... what are you doing?"

Gina who just woke up from her sleep immediately turned towards the source of the sound with teary eyes.

"Gina..."

"Aunty..." 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Brigitta smiled. "Yes dear, this is Auntie."

Without wiping her sweat, Gina immediately got up and hugged Brigitta tightly, even her heavy breathing could be heard by Brigitta who was hugging her right now.

"Did you have another nightmare?" asked Brigitta softly.

Gina nodded slowly. "I think so, Auntie."

"What dream, honey?"

"Grizzly Bear."

Brigitta, who was worried immediately let go of Gina’s arms and looked at the girl without blinking.

"Grizzly Bear?"

"I dreamed I was being chased by a pack of Grizzly bears, Aunty. Their mouths were full of saliva and blood, their fangs and claws were long," Gina said quietly, stopping her words. "They won’t stop chasing me even though I’m already hiding in a tree, I’m afraid, Aunty."

Brigitta smiled. "Before you go to sleep you watch animal planets again, don’t you?"

Gina innocently nodded slowly, because she was confused she didn’t really understand where the aunt’s question was going.

"It was just a dream, honey. After all, Grizzly bears don’t hunt in packs, usually they only consist of one family, dear," Brigitta said with a smile. "Oh yeah there’s Lauren downstairs."

Gina blinked in confusion. "Lauren? Why did she come? Shouldn’t she be interviewing in Seattle, right?"

Brigitte chuckled. "Lauren doesn’t want to go alone."

"Ishh that idiot, why waste such a good opportunity?"

"That’s a sign that Lauren is a loyal friend, after all, Seattle is far away, honey. In New York there are still many big companies that will accept you."

"Yes, Auntie. It’s just that Seattle is..."

"Let’s not talk about it anymore, let’s hurry up and take a shower. Lauren has been waiting for an hour," said Brigitta softly interrupting Gina’s words.

"Yes, I took a shower first, please tell Lauren to be patient, Auntie."

Brigitta pursed her lips, the middle-aged woman excitedly kissed Gina’s cheek and forehead quickly. "Yes, sweet girl, you are very talkative. If people didn’t know you would be thought to be fifteen."

"Aunty!" Gina protested angrily. "I’m not a kid."

"Indeed, but in the eyes of Uncle and Aunty you are still the adorable Little Gina. Our precious Georgina Garcia."

Gina pursed her lips when her aunt said her full name, while living in New York Gina did use her mother’s last name and took Sanders’ name. That’s why Massimo and his men have been having trouble finding Gina’s whereabouts, who doesn’t use Sanders’ name behind her name.

Continued