Back at Alvaro's penthouse, the man clapped his hands as he watched the news.
"Milagros!" he shouted happily before settling down on his chair to catch his breath.
"I knew it! She's meant for this life!"
The man had just dropped from a call with his grandson to find out that the shareholders had suddenly had a change of mind.
"That's it," Alvaro chuckled, relaxing in his chair. He was the most excited to hear about the news. "Exactly what we need right now."
Zyran, on the other hand, decided to concentrate on his work first and handle the woman he left at home when he returned.
When Mila finally returned home, she found the servants standing outside, worry etched on their faces. The moment she stepped out of the car, the servants bowed.
"We are sorry, Madam," they apologized.
The butler stepped forward. "Madam, if you needed wine, you should have informed us. We are sorry for not being observant enough."