chapter 7

Ezequiel's cellphone was already ringing but he had no intention of answering the call. He sipped the last liquid of his whiskey and leaned on the backrest of the chair, he had been drinking before but he didn't seem to be intoxicated.

"So? What's your plan then?" Clotilde asked her while holding her beer in can. They are still here on the ridge, and it looks like they have no plans to return to Manila.

"We can help you if you wanted too .. you know, we have many well -known women who can pretend to be your girlfriend .."Gabin said while smiling foolishly. "F*ck off! Gabin!" Ezequiel...