Deep love: insatiable lover

-Orlando!

-Mateo! -said Dylan, interrupting Mateo who was about to say something else, his indifferent tone neither rising nor falling in the slightest. Do as he says.

-But…

-You hear me? Your master told you to do what I say. What, you’re a dog and you want to rebel against your master?

Mateo didn’t care about Orlando’s sarcasm, he was a barking dog anyway, he didn’t care, all he cared about was Dylan!

-Do as he says.

Dylan repeated again, with a note of irresistibility in his voice.

Mateo was furious, but he dared not disobey Dylan’s words. He glared indignantly at Orlando before reluctantly pulling out his phone. He hesitated to let Dylan’s miserable appearance show, so he stalled.

What Orlando wanted to enjoy at that moment was the way they were angry and even wanted to kill him, but they had no choice but to compromise.

So he didn’t rush them, but looked at Mateo with a good-natured smile.

In any case, he had a good hostage in Cecilia, and Dylan would never dare not to do what he said.

Heh, that father-daughter bond was disgusting.

It occurred to Orlando that if Dylan had not existed, if all this had not happened between him and Vanessa, they would have had a beautiful daughter and a lovely son.

They would have been happy and in love, so happy and wonderful.

But all that was ruined by Dylan!

Orlando’s eyes were filled with hatred once again, seemingly unaware of the mistakes he himself had made in the past and the fact that he himself was responsible for everything.

As a selfish man, the only thing that failed him was the world, not the slightest thing he did wrong.

As now.

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-How are the preparations going? -said the other man, looking at his wristwatch with anxiety in his voice. It’s been five minutes, so hurry up and find a good position. You can see the people in front of you from this angle, I trust your skill.

-Don’t worry, nothing will go wrong.

The other man was a quiet man, his voice low and calm.

His breathing was so light that you couldn’t even hear it unless you deliberately listened. This was enough to prove that this man was definitely capable of extraordinary things.

The first to speak reached out and patted him on the shoulder, lightening his tone a little.

-You can take your leave after this is over, I have given you special permission.

-Thank you in advance then.

The steady voice made no more noise after that, and a subtle crack sounded in the air, as if preparing for something.

He took out his professional equipment and found a suitable angle. Combined with the wind speed, this side was the best position.

Like a great, silent predator, his whole being fell into silence, watching everything across the room silently through the viewfinder.

Orlando stood on the edge of the floor, his grip on Cecilia firm.

At that angle, if he fell, the person in his arms would be dragged down with him.

So no one dared to take a step without making sure that everything was safe.

-You don’t think you’re ready yet? You think that by entertaining yourself, your master will get away with it? Don’t even think about it.

Orlando scoffed, looking contemptuously at Mateo, who was deliberately stalling for time.

-Let’s go.

Dylan, who was on his knees, intervened.

Mateo nodded and opened his phone, logging on to the official website of the SJ Group.

Orlando saw the video open with his own eyes and watched as Dylan, kneeling on the floor, appeared on the screen, breathing rapidly, as if he had ingested some kind of contraband drug that was getting people high.

-Well, here we go, Dylan, if you want your daughter to live, confess your sins and tell me how you stole everything from your uncle by any means, how you set your uncle up and how you shamelessly took your own nephew’s wife.

It was clear that the truth of it all was twisted and that it was Orlando who wanted to deliberately frame Dylan.

But in the current situation, Dylan could only do as he was told.

-My return to the country in the first place was planned a long time ago, I robbed the Moya Group and set a trap for my uncle….

Dylan said, word for word, as Orlando had requested.

And Orlando, as he looked at Mateo’s phone, watched the crowd streaming in from the live feed. Seeing the looks of astonishment and disbelief on Dylan’s face as he said more and more words.

Seeing the malicious words, the dirty words on the screen, Orlando felt good.

From that moment on, Dylan’s reputation was shattered. He was no longer the high and mighty president of SJ, but an unscrupulous scumbag.

-Haha, that’s good. Go on, go on about how you slept with your nephew’s daughter-in-law and how you made the two of us, who loved each other, separate.

Orlando ordered as he laughed, oblivious to the strange images on Mateo’s phone, not to mention the hand signals Dylan was giving Mateo behind his back.

Dylan, meanwhile, paralysed Orlando in his – confession – and silently approached him.

Lost in the excitement of his successful revenge, Orlando didn’t even notice any of this, his eyes reddened with excitement and his panting intensified, like a dog so overwhelmed by the summer heat that he sticks out his tongue to pant.

-Yes, that’s it. You need to check how hard-hearted you are and what a bastard you are. Haha…

Out of sheer glee, Orlando didn’t even realise that he had let go of Cecilia’s neck.

Instead, Cecilia, who looked terrified, suddenly lowered her head and opened her mouth to bite down hard on Orlando’s wrist when she saw her father lunge forward.

-Ah!

Surprised by the sharp pain, Orlando unconsciously let go of her hand, while Cecilia took the opportunity to lunge at Dylan in the embrace from which he had freed himself.

-Shit!

Orlando cursed furiously, he was still the closest to Cecilia and could have reached out and pulled her back. Just as his hand grabbed the back of Cecilia’s neck, the sniper fired.

The bullet penetrated the back of his head and Orlando’s face froze for a moment before his body fell straight back.

The parapet on the top floor was only as high as an adult’s thighs, so Orlando plunged downwards as he fell backwards. He still had Cecilia in his hand and it all happened so fast that he was dragged down with her.

-Candy!

At just the right moment, Dylan lunged forward and grabbed his daughter, pulling her out of Orlando’s grasp.

It was at this point that Orlando fell.

There was a safety air cushion underneath, but it no longer mattered for someone who was already dead.