His soul-Chapter 340: The Sign

Massimo sat in the chair alongside other important guests who were not far from the place where the big actors who were expected to win trophies at this event.

Milos Djokovic, who yesterday picked up Massimo at the airport, immediately clung to him as soon as Massimo entered the building where the event was taking place. The Serb-Russian blooded man looks very proud to be the one and only person who has accompanied Massimo since yesterday.

The stock price of his company has also increased rapidly due to his close relationship with Massimo since yesterday, Milos Djokovic is really a smart person in business. And even though he knows that he is currently being used, he still wants to try to remain professional because he remembers the collaboration that has been established with Milos Djokovic.

"After this event is over you must come to the event that I have prepared, sir," said Milos Djokovic with a smile.

Massimo smiled. "Looks like for that event I really can’t avoid it, right?"

Milos Djokovic burst out laughing. "Sorry sir, this is a compulsion haha...but believe me, you will definitely be happy to come to the event that I have prepared especially for you."

"You shouldn’t have to do this kind of thing, sir. It seems too much, I’m afraid other businessmen will be jealous of how good you are to me."

Milos Djokovic’s laughter grew even wider when he heard Massimo’s words. "You deserve the best, Mister and I am grateful to be one of the people to host you."

Massimo smiled at Milos Djokovic’s words, the blue eyed man like himself who was still talking was not a threat to Massimo. So Massimo felt at ease talking to him at a table like this.

A few tables different from where Massimo was currently sitting, some of the businessmen looked uncomfortable. They looked very intimidated by the presence of Massimo who became the spotlite at this festival, several beautiful models sitting around Massimo were also seen stealing glances at Massimo several times. They seem to be trying to find a loophole to get Massimo’s attention, which is still being controlled by Milos Djokovic. Massimo del Cano’s good looks and charm really make anyone who sees him jealous.

One by one the events went according to the rundown that was said by Martin last night, Massimo, who already knew who would win the trophy, tried to appear as natural as possible. Until finally the moment that Massimo hated finally came. As the best new artist reading was about to take place, an officer came up to Massimo and asked him to get ready.

Massimo had the opportunity to be one of the people who announced the winners of this festival. With a small nod from Martin who was sitting next to him, Massimo slowly got up from his chair and followed the person who called him to the backstage to get ready.

"You don’t have to worry, sir. Later, Ivana Borisova will guide you," said a female producer to Massimo politely.

"Ivana Borisova?"

"Yes, she will be your partner in reading out the winning nominations, sir."

Massimo shook his head slowly. "No, I mean who is Miss Ivana Borisova? I’ve only heard her name once."

"I’m Ivana Borisova, the best pianist who won a Grammy earlier this year who will accompany you, Mr. Massimo del Cano."

Massimo immediately turned his face towards the source of the sound that came from his right, Massimo’s blue eyes stared intently at a woman with blonde hair like a barbie doll who was walking towards him.

"Grammy winner, huh?" said Massimo sarcastically.

Ivana Borisova smiled widely. "Yes, it’s me. Nice to meet you Mr. Massimo del Cano."

Massimo accepted Ivana’s hand warmly. "I hope this time my presence will not bother you, Miss Borisova."

"Of course not, sir. This is an extraordinary opportunity for me, you just relax. I will do my best to accompany you," said Ivana Borisova, full of promise.

Massimo smiled at Ivana’s words, because Ivana’s commercial break was over and Massimo was asked to prepare. Ivana gracefully stood next to Massimo, her big breasts that seemed to be half firmly pressed against Massimo’s arms that she was holding. Realizing the existence of the springy object attached to him at this time, Massimo just smiled a little, not even the slightest hint of nervousness overtook Massimo at this time. The high flying hours made Massimo look very normal in the face of the desolation that Ivana was trying to push against him.

Everyone’s eyes immediately turned to the stage where Massimo and Ivana walked to the standing mike which would be their place to read out the winner nominations in the best newcomer artist category, even though Ivana Borisova looked very sexy tonight in a white ball gown with a sprinkling of crystals Swarovski cut low chest but still everyone’s eyes were still on Massimo. The aura that Massimo gave off on the stage really captivated everyone.

By the time Massimo began to speak the atmosphere in the room became silent, Massimo’s charisma and manner of speaking were truly intimidating. Everyone was completely focused on Massimo, Ivana who didn’t expect Massimo’s existence to be so strong started to feel uncomfortable. A crisis of confidence began to overtake her, already being too confident in being able to make Massimo captivated by her beauty and the beauty of her body made Ivana Borisova feel a little nervous, the girl even almost fell while walking backwards when she had just finished giving the award trophy to the nominee winner. Luckily Massimo was alert, with his big hands Massimo held Ivana Borisova’s back so that the girl didn’t experience anything embarrassing on the big stage.

"T-thank you, sir," Ivana Borisova said quietly with a stutter.

Massimo smiled. "It’s no big deal, Miss Borisova."

Ivana Borisova’s face turned red, her heart beat faster when she felt the strength of Massimo’s arm and chest muscles that were currently still holding her body weight. Ivana vowed to be willing to do anything to be able to feel the hard muscle behind the three layers of clothing that currently wrapped Massimo’s perfect body.

Even though Massimo had finished his task, Massimo still helped Ivana Borisova down the stairs when they finished reading the nominations, Massimo warmly held out his hand to Ivana to hold on to when descending the steep stairs.

"Thank you again, sir," said Ivana Borisova sincerely with tears in her eyes. "If you hadn’t helped me, something bad might have happened to me." Ivana clearly remembers how her dress had been stepped on by her, you can imagine if the dress she was wearing fell down. Ivana would definitely be very embarrassed if her body was exposed on the big stage.

Massimo pursed his lips, slowly he moved his hand towards Ivana’s face and wiped Ivana’s tears that were falling. "Isn’t that what partners are for?"

Badump...

Ivana’s heart beat faster, all the cells in her body screamed. Getting a touch from Massimo del Cano nearly knocked Ivana unconscious.

"Then I’ll excuse myself Miss, it’s a pleasure to work with you, Miss," said Massimo again with a friendly look at the manager Ivana who was walking towards them.

Ivana nodded slowly without being able to open her lips, she must have been hypnotized by what Massimo had just done to her.

With a smile Massimo walked calmly to his desk again where Milos Djokovic and Martin and several other businessmen were already waiting for him.

As soon as Massimo arrived Milos Djokovic immediately got up and greeted him with a big smile. Typical bad guy. "Russian girls are beautiful, aren’t they, sir?"

Knowing where the conversation of the bespectacled man in front of him was, Massimo smiled. "I don’t really like Russian purees, I prefer the blood-mix."

"Wow, what is this sign?" chirps Daniel Nikolaidis, a CEO of the world’s first racing electric car company, teasing Massimo.

Massimo chuckled. "I’m sure you’ll understand where I’m going, Mr Nikolaidis."

"Are you talking about the goddess with the broken wing, sir?" asked Daniel Nikolaidis again trying to get more detailed information on Massimo.

"Could be," said Massimo shortly as he put his buttocks back in his chair, Massimo’s lips thinned at the memory of his goddess who had yet to be found. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Because the event was almost at the climax of the event, Massimo was again focused on following the course of the event until it was finally finished. As soon as the emcee closed the annual film festival, everyone immediately cheered, some beautiful models who had been eyeing Massimo for a long time ran up to the man and forced him to take a group photo.

Being asked to take a photo in front of many people made Massimo unable to refuse, Massimo patiently served the requests of the beautiful women. After thirty minutes of torture, Massimo was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief again to breathe oxygen.

When he was about to step out of the venue, Massimo suddenly stopped his steps, a strange feeling tickling his chest at this moment.

"Gina... Is it you, honey?"

Continued