Hegemonic Wife Protector

Before Aurora Morales could answer, the old lady stepped in first.

"Aurora has to go to work every day. Unlike you, who's idle all day."

Aurora Morales smiled gently, a warm sensation welling up in her heart.

"There were some issues at the company, but they've been resolved."

Ricardo Vargas didn't inquire further.

After dinner, the two went about their respective activities. One went for a stroll in the back garden, while the other remained in the study.

The phone on the table vibrated with a buzzing sound. Ricardo Vargas tapped the mouse a few times with his fingers and casually picked up the call.

"President, we've taken over Carson Group!"

"Yeah."

"By the way, President, there are some projects abroad that need your personal handling. Could you come over next month?"

"Okay."

"And regarding Miss Aurora Morales, whom you asked me to look into, her background is quite remarkable. After we took action, there was another party that intended to acquire Carson Group, only an hour slower than us."

A glint of interest flickered in Ricardo Vargas' jet - black pupils. He had long known that his little wife was no ordinary woman, yet he didn't anticipate there being so much more to discover about her.

"Keep investigating."

"Yes!" The person on the other end's tone suddenly turned hesitant. Summoning up his courage, he asked cautiously, "President, to be frank, I don't quite get it. Carson Group is of no use to us. Why did we acquire it?"

Ricardo Vargas enunciated each word coldly, "He had ideas he shouldn't have had."

Dong - dong -

Ricardo Vargas hung up the phone. Aurora Morales gently pushed open the slightly ajar door and peeked in. "Am I disturbing you?"

Ricardo Vargas shook his head and beckoned her over.

"Come and sit."

Aurora Morales sat on the sofa three meters away from him. Gazing at his half - perfect visage, she asked curiously, "Have you seen a doctor? Have you ever tried facial restoration surgery?"

Ricardo Vargas' eyes sparkled with a smile as he deliberately teased, "Is my wife disliking my appearance?"

Aurora Morales pursed her red lips, casually grabbed the pillow beside her, hugged it in her arms, and rested her chin on it. "As long as you don't mind, you don't need to care about others' opinions."

"Okay, I understand."

Aurora Morales yawned leisurely. She shifted from sitting to leaning, then from leaning to lying down, and finally drifted into a deep slumber. Little did she know that this night was destined to be anything but tranquil.

Upon learning of this, Javier Fernández was on the verge of a breakdown. He had just transferred that huge sum of money to Mr. Carson, and now his company was gone? What about his money? What about his materials?

Javier Fernández attempted to contact Mr. Carson but found that his phone was constantly out of reach.

"Aurora Morales! You jinx! You've really landed me in deep trouble this time!" Javier Fernández grabbed the cup by the bedside and smashed it forcefully on the ground.

When Ricardo Vargas finished his work, he found that Aurora Morales had fallen asleep on the sofa. He walked over quietly, picked her up in his arms, and carried her to the bed in the bedroom. Then, he casually put on an overcoat.

Soon, the sound of a car engine could be heard downstairs. The sports car pulled up outside a villa. In the living room, over a dozen men in black were standing. When they saw Ricardo Vargas, they all saluted in unison.

Among these people, Mr. Carson, with a fat head and a shiny face, was still asleep. Ricardo Vargas was in no rush. He sat on the sofa, casually placed his right leg over his left, crossed his hands on his lower abdomen, leaned back, and closed his eyes slightly.

After some time, Mr. Carson slowly regained consciousness. He shook his head vigorously. His vision was blurry, and he looked around in bewilderment. Where was this place? Wasn't he... wasn't he in the private box?

"The person's awake."

Hearing the sound, Mr. Carson looked up. One glance was enough to send a shock through him!

"Ghost!"

Ricardo Vargas opened his eyes upon hearing this. His two gazes were like knives piercing into Mr. Carson. Mr. Carson reluctantly shifted back a few inches, breathing rapidly.

"Who are you! Do you know who I am! How dare you touch me! You've got one minute. Release me immediately! Otherwise, I'll call the police and have you all arrested!"

Mr. Carson looked around and spotted his phone on the coffee table. He immediately scrambled over to grab it. Strangely, no one stopped him. Clutching the phone tightly, Mr. Carson gasped for breath as if all his strength had deserted him. He hadn't expected the drug to be so potent! He still felt weak.

Just as Mr. Carson was about to dial 11, a cold and emotionless voice rang out.

"Do you think they'll arrive faster, or will I act quicker?"

The murderous intent was unmistakable; it was clearly serious. Mr. Carson's body trembled violently, and every feature on his face was etched with fear.

"I really don't know you. Why are you causing trouble for me! Do you want money or what? I can give it to you! One hundred thousand? Two hundred thousand?"

Seeing that Ricardo Vargas showed no reaction, Mr. Carson kept upping the price. "One million! One million to spare my life. That should be enough!"

One of the men in black snorted derisively.

"Our eldest young master of The Vargas family isn't short of your one million."

Mr. Carson's ears buzzed, and his mind went blank. Who? Who was this person? The eldest young master of The Vargas family? The one known for his brutality and ruthlessness - Ricardo Vargas?!

Ricardo Vargas rose to his feet unhurriedly, looking down at him with a haughty gaze. Coldness radiated from the corners of his eyes, and his thin, pale lips were lightly pursed. Although he didn't utter a word, the overwhelming pressure made it difficult for Mr. Carson to breathe.

"Mr. Vargas... There doesn't seem to be any feud between us, does there?" Mr. Carson asked cautiously.

The man in black sneered with contempt.

"Daring to target our The Vargas family's young mistress, Mr. Carson, you're probably courting death."

Mr. Carson's eyes widened in disbelief, and his legs shook uncontrollably.

"Young mistress?"

A figure flashed through his mind. His voice rose to a shrill pitch due to shock.

"Are you referring to Aurora Morales? She's your wife? How could this be! Misunderstanding! There must be some misunderstanding! I... I didn't know she was your woman! Mr. Vargas, Mr. Vargas, please hear me out... I didn't even lay a finger on the young mistress. I swear!"

How could that woman be Ricardo Vargas' wife? The Morales family had actually concealed this from him? If he had known about the connection between Aurora Morales and Ricardo Vargas earlier, he wouldn't have dared to do this even if a knife was held to his neck.

"Mr. Vargas, I was wrong. I was truly wrong!" Mr. Carson promptly knelt down and started kowtowing. Fear overrode his sense of dignity. Beads of sweat had already formed on his forehead. He really didn't want to lose his life!

"As long as you spare me, I'll do anything you ask! The company is yours! The money is yours! Whatever you desire is yours! I promise I'll leave and never show up in front of you again!"