Millionaire noticed the waitress remained calm during the robbery — her attitude shocked the world!

 

 

The millionaire noticed something strange. While everyone was panicking during the assault, the waitress remained calm without any fear. What happened next revealed that it was not an ordinary girl. Before I continue, I have to be honest with you. If you don’t subscribe now, maybe this will be the last time you see our content.

The digital world can separate us if not follow us, if not comment and share this video. Don’t miss the opportunity to be part of our family as each day grows more. Now, let’s go with today’s story. Don Alejandro Torres adjusted his watch platinum while looking at the elegant dining room of the El Jardín de San restaurant Ángel, his most recent acquisition in the world of haute cuisine in the City of Mexico.

At 33 years old he had built a hotel and restaurant empire valued at more than 3,000 million yen. That night the inspection visit to his new ownership was just another matter routine. The place, distinguished with stars Micheline, worked with great efficiency silently. The crystal glasses reflected the warm light of the lamps of design.

 “Everything seems to be in order, Mr. Torres,” his assistant whispered, but Don Alejandro barely listened to her. His attention had been captured by a young woman who moved between the tables with an uncommon grace. Unlike the other waiters who were nervous in his presence, this girl carried a serene confidence. Her long black hair, tied up in a simple ponytail, showed fine features of Asian origin and eyes that cannot be escaped them.

Maria Chan had noticed the man imposing with expensive suit since he entered accompanied by his entourage. He was wearing months working in the garden of San Angel, enough time to recognize when the owner made one of his visits surprise. The other waiters were whispering nervously. about Don’s fame as a perfectionist Alejandro Torres and how he said goodbye to the people on the spot for small mistakes.

But Maria had been through worse things What demanding bosses. I have long learned that the best was to keep your head down and do well her job to go unnoticed. With permission, the voice of Don Alejandro interrupted his thoughts while she was balancing a tray of glasses of wine. Handle those glasses as if He’s been doing this for years, but he’s not moving.

as someone who has been a waitress all the time life. Maria stopped and looked directly those intense blue eyes with their own eyes dark and firm. I move like someone who needs this work, Mr. Torres. Is there anything in particular you require? The directness of the response surprised. Most employees either did their beards or cowered in fear.

This young woman did neither another. What’s it called? Maria Chan, sir. I work the night shift, tables section 12 to 18. How long have you been with us? 6 months, two weeks, 3 days. The accuracy of the answer made him arch an eyebrow. I pay attention to the details, Mr. Torres. It is important in this job. Before Don Alejandro could answer, the front door opened suddenly with a great roar.

Three hooded men in sweatshirts dark people burst into the restaurant. His intentions became clear when one shouted, “Everyone get down! Now himself.” Chaos broke out immediately. The diners screamed and hid under the tables. Fine glasses shattered against the marble floor and the waiters left drop their trays scared.

Don Alejandro’s guards began to move, but they were close to the entrance to the kitchen, too far to act quickly. Wallets, cell phones, jewelry, everything value to the stock market. The leader, a man with a cold look and a scar on left cheek, He waved a gun threateningly. If any hero comes out tonight, start to die people.

 Don Alejandro observed fascinated how Maria’s demeanor changed completely. While everyone else was showing terror, she stayed perfectly still, breathing with control and precisely following the position of every criminal. He had positioned himself a little behind a marble column half hidden, but with clear view of the three assailants.

“You little girl with a ponytail,” shouted the one the scar pointing directly at him with the weapon. “Start collecting these rich. Move. Maria advanced with her hands in sight, but Don Alejandro noticed something that thief did not see. His posture, his feet were placed as if They will store energy ready to explode, the lowest center of gravity normal and his breathing continued incredibly serene.

“Sure,” Maria said calmly, approaching the nearest table where An elderly couple was trembling. Just please hurt no one. The criminal relaxed a little, believing that he had found a helper obedientThat was his first and last mistake. Maria moved with a fluid precision that seemed to defy the laws of physics.

In one continuous movement, he took the edge of a marble side table and he turned it against the leader as he went down and swept the legs of the second thief. The heavy table hit the boss in the abdomen and sent him against an elegant wine display Before the third could react, Maria rolled behind the bar and pushed himself over it in a spectacular jump.

His foot caught the man’s wrist and the gun flew. At the same time as his elbow sank exactly into his plexus solar. The subject doubled over instantly. The second thief tried to reach his gun dropped, but María was already there. He gave him a precise blow in a point of neck pressure and fell unconscious with his partner.

The entire confrontation lasted less than 30 seconds. The restaurant fell silent. amazement María straightened her uniform, adjusted her ponytail and looked with true concern about the destruction around. “I’m so sorry for the mess,” he said. He said to Don Alejandro, who was still motionless. of pure amazement.

“I know this is going to take some cleaning big. You are really apologizing for having saved everyone’s lives.” Don Alejandro finally found his voice, although it came out hoarser than what wanted. “I apologize for the material damage,” Maria responded, putting her clothes back on. professional mask. Just the insurance paperwork is going to be a nightmare The police sirens could already be heard the distance, while the team Don Alejandro’s safety at last He arrived with a sad face and feeling useless.

Don Alejandro couldn’t take his eyes off her from above to María, who at that moment He helped the couple very gently. of old people to stand up and He spoke calmly to reassure them. Where exactly did you learn to fight like this? He asked, approaching with be careful. Maria’s expression closed immediate. In YouTube videos, Seca answered.

 It is incredible what one learns on the internet nowadays. Don Alejandro almost laughs at the such an obvious lie, but something in the her eyes warned him that it was better not to I would insist. Of course, YouTube, Mr. Torres, one of his guards interrupted. The police want to take statements from everyone.

 Do you want us to take care of us? Let him know that Miss Chan is a heroine, not a suspect, said don Alejandro without stopping to look at María. “I’m no heroine,” she murmured. Maria. “I’m just someone who reacts quickly in dangerous situations. “It’s not complicated.” “But it was complicated.” He realized Don Alejandro. Everything about that woman was complicated.

The way he moved betrayed years intense training. His perception of the environment was of level military. Calm under pressure indicated experience with violence that no one 22 year old waitress should have. “Dinner with me,” he suddenly blurted out. María She blinked in surprise. “Sorry. Tomorrow night in a place quiet where we can talk without interruptions.

I would like to get to know you more, Mr. Torres. I don’t think it’s appropriate. You are my boss. Actually I am the boss of the boss of the boss, said don Alejandro with a slight smile, which makes it even more inappropriate, but I’m asking him anyway. Because? The simple question took him unprepared Why was he asking her? because it intrigued him like no one else had fact, because watching her fight had been the most exciting 30 seconds of your privileged life, because I looked at him as if he were a man anyone and not a bank account with

legs. “Because in 33 years of life I have never “I had come across someone like you,” He confessed with all sincerity. Maria looked at his face for a long time. looking for signs of deception or intentions hidden I don’t go out with clients, nor with bosses, nor with men who believe that they can collect interesting people like trophies.

Which of the three categories do I fall into? In the three, Don Alejandro let out a laughter despite the rejection. I deserve it. But what if I wasn’t his boss? I would still be a customer who believes that I am a trophy. What if I promise not to treat her like trophy? Maria shook her head. Mr.

 Torres, we live in worlds completely different. you own of restaurants. I clean tables. You wear suits that cost more than me rent. I buy in flea markets and stores second hand You collect works of art. I collect tips. The accounts don’t work out. Mathematics is sometimes wrong, not this kind of math. Don Alejandro felt for the first time in years truly frustrated.

I was used to getting what wanted with charm, persistence or simply signing a check. Maria Chan was not impressed with any of them. his usual tricks. What should I do? he asked. So that?so that he agrees to have dinner with me. Maria remained silent for so long that He thought I wasn’t even going to answer him.

When he finally spoke, his voice was louder. soft, but equally firm. I would have to be someone completely different from Who is it, Mr. Torres. And since that is impossible, the best thing is that Let’s both accept reality and move on. forward. She walked away before he could say something else, leaving Don Alejandro standing between broken glass and criminals unconscious, wondering why rejection of a waitress seemed to her the most important thing had happened to him in years.

Three days after the incident in garden of San Ángel, Don Alejandro found himself doing something never seen before, sitting in the break room employees of his own restaurant at 7 in the morning, drinking horrible coffee and pretending that reviewed inventory reports. Actually, I was waiting for the María’s turn to be able to observe her in its natural environment.

What he discovered cast doubt on all assumptions he had made about his past. Maria arrived exactly 15 minutes early of his shift, he changed with a military efficiency and immediately began to review reservations for the night with an almost academic concentration. Don Alejandro watched her from the kitchen service window while she memorized not only numbers table settings and customer preferences, but dietary restrictions, anniversary dates and even favorite wine choices regular diners.

It’s something out of the ordinary, right? Don Alejandro turned around and saw Don Enrique Dubois, the head chef of the garden Saint Angel, standing at his side with expression of who knows what he is talking about. It refers to Mary. That’s the one he’s spying on. Yes, I have been cooking for 30 years, sir.

Torres, and I recognize the precision when I see her. That girl waits tables like If a grandmaster played a tournament chess. Don Alejandro frowned. Chess player. That girl thinks six moves forward. Watch it tonight during the service. Anticipate needs before they Beginners realize that they have. Do you know which tables are going to order dessert? according to what they chose at the beginning? Can predict when someone needs have your wine glass refilled just for the pace of the conversation.

It is something extraordinary. Do you think you are too prepared for this job? Don Enrique let out a soft laugh. I think she is too prepared for this planet. But whatever brought her here, Works harder than anyone and never gives up complaint. The other waiters respect her because they makes life easier.

 As if there were invoked with the talk, Maria appeared at the kitchen door. He moved with the same economic grace that Don Alejandro had noticed during the assault, as if she owned each centimeter of space around it. Chef to Boys, I noticed that table seven have dietary restrictions that do not are registered in the system. In the reservation notes it was allergy to shellfish, but during your visit previous diner also mentioned avoid gluten.

Should I notify for the service of this night? Of course. Thanks for detect it in time. Maria nodded and She prepared to leave, but Don Enrique he called again. María already knows the owner, Mr. Torres. She turned and Don Alejandro saw the precise moment he discovered it. His expression didn’t change, but something in his posture was modified.

 A subtle position defensive that indicated that she saw him as a possible threat. “We already know each other,” he said cautiously. “Mr. Torres, do you need anything regarding at service tonight?” Actually, yes. I would like to talk about your history in the company. Your employment record is unusually scarce. Maria’s eyes narrowed a little.

little. I provided all documentation required when I was hired. Provided the minimum required. Most employees include references, work experience previous, studies. Yours only has a driver’s license. voter ID card and nothing more. Is there Any problem with my performance? Quite the opposite. Your work is exceptional and that makes the minimum history is even more intriguing.

Don Enrique felt the attention and he excused himself discreetly, leaving them alone in the kitchen. Maria remained perfectly still, but Don Alejandro noticed that his hands were had inadvertently placed in defensive position on the sides of the body. “Mr. Torres, I do my job well. I am punctual, professional and I do not give problems.

In most places that is enough. This is not most places. This is a three star restaurant Micheline where each employee passes through a thorough background check. So maybe they should have reviewed further before hire me Don Alejandro found himself smiling atdespite the obvious rejection. He’s doing it again.

 Doing what? Return the conversation to me instead answering questions about yourself is a very sophisticated diversion technique. Or maybe I just value my privacy. Privacy is one thing, mystery is another. The way I fight those men require years of professional training. Your knowledge of wine service suggests formal studies by Somelier.

His intuitive understanding of haute cuisine protocols indicates experience in places far above this level and yet it works here as a waitress Lives in an apartment little boy in Coyoacán and acts as if I would never have been anywhere done nothing interesting. Maria was silent for a long time. studying his face with those eyes dark and indecipherable.

He’s been investigating me. I’ve been trying to understand her. Is there a difference? I think so. One comes from the suspicion, the other from curiosity. And This one, which one is it, Don Alejandro? considered the question seriously. Honestly, both. The way in which handled those gunmen was impressive, but also worrying.

That level of skill doesn’t come out of class. casual self-defense. Maybe I’m naturally coordinated and maybe I’m naturally humble. We both know it’s not true. Despite herself, Mary’s lips They curved into what could have been the beginning of a smile. You are asking me to trust you with personal information, but what exactly have you done to earn that trust? Valid point.

 What would I have to do? To begin with, I stopped investigating my past. If you want to know something about me, ask me directly. OK? Maria Chan, where did you learn to fight like this? My grandfather taught me. Next question. Where? In the Chain Town neighborhood of Guadalajara. Following. Why did he leave there? The almost smile disappeared complete.

That’s not a fair question. why Isn’t it fair? Because you are not ready for that answer and I’m not ready to give it to him. Don Alejandro felt that he was sinking more deep into the puzzle that was Maria Chan. Every answer she gave raised three new questions and each reaction defensiveness made him more determined to understand what he was protecting himself from.

Dinner with me tonight after service. With that again, Mr. Torres. Alex, just Alex. And not like his boss, but as someone who finds it Fascinating and wants to know more. why is that important to you? The question stopped him in his tracks. why Was it important? He dated models, actresses and women of brilliant business without feeling this level of interest so strong.

 What did you have Maria who drove him to want to break up your defenses? “Because I’ve spent my entire adult life surrounded by people who want something from me”, he said at last. money, contacts, social status, business opportunities, but you don’t wants nothing. You actively discourage me in your interest. In my world that is so rare that is practically in danger of extinction.

Maybe I don’t want anything because I have learned that everything has a price. And yes He doesn’t have it, he has everything, Alex. The question is whether you are willing to Pay it when the bill arrives. Before he could respond, Maria He looked at his watch and straightened his uniform. I have to start my shift.

 with his permission. He walked away leaving Don Alejandro standing in the kitchen with the uncomfortable feeling that he was chasing someone maybe he was fleeing from something much more serious than what I had imagined. But instead of discouraging him, that The thought alone made Maria Chan It would be even more interesting.

When the evening service began, Don Alejandro stood in a spot from where I could observe it without being will notice too much. Don Enrique had been right. She moved around the dining room like a great chess master anticipated every need, resolved problems before they were made visible and somehow managed to a room full of demanding millionaires He felt like they were his only priority.

But it was the small details that that captured Don’s attention Alexander. The way he held the bottles wine betrayed formal training in places of great prestige. Your conversation with a businessman French flowed effortlessly between the English and French with an accent that He was talking about education, not just exhibition.

When an older Italian gentleman confused with the menu, María went to the Fluent Italian without missing a beat. It More revealing was how he treated a young couple celebrating their anniversary. The woman was clearly nervous, wearing a dress that blindly It had cost a month’s salary. Intimidated by the elegant atmosphere, Maria managed to make her feel comfortable without being condescending, recommending wines that went well with their budget, but that made the experienceIt felt special and not just economical.

It has four tables, 96 covers. night and each beginning believes that it is his favorite, commented Don Enrique appearing again at Don’s side Alexander. That’s not just skill, that’s art. How does such a talented person end up waiting tables? In the same way that someone with his intelligence ends up buying restaurants instead of governing countries.

I guess life is complicated and people make decisions for reasons other than They always make sense to those of outside. Don Alejandro saw how María was wearing a perfectly timed dessert table 12 at the same time that he captured with the look at a diner at 15 He needed more wine to be served. It made it look easy, but he could tell the tremendous concentration it required orchestrate such impeccable service.

When the night began to end, don Alexander made a decision. I would wait for Maria at the end of her shift, not to pressure her to have dinner, but to offer you something you’ve never had before offered to anyone, complete honesty about why it intrigued him so much. what I didn’t expect to find it in the alley behind the restaurant at 1 in the morning practicing art forms martial with deadly precision under the pale light of the lamps security.

Don Alejandro remained paralyzed in the door, watching how María moved in what seemed like an advanced tasting with a fluidity that took your breath away. I had changed my work uniform for simple black clothing that allowed him move without restrictions and your hair loosely it fell on his shoulders while executing techniques clearly lethal in their accuracy.

he spun, kicked, hit opponents invisible with combinations that would have been devastating against attackers real. This was not casual practice, it was the disciplined training of someone that maintained developed skills for years. Every movement spoke of muscle memory gained with thousands of hours of repetition.

Maria felt his presence without breaking the rhythm, finished his form and then She returned to him with calm alertness. Mr. Torres, working late, Alex, the he automatically corrected. And yes, apparently not as late as some people. I prefer to practice when there is no public. How are you doing with that? A Despite herself, Maria smiled.

Not very well, apparently. Don Alejandro He took a step towards the alley, noticing how Maria’s posture changed immediately to keep distance and have free escape routes. That was beautiful. Also scary, but beautiful. It’s just exercise. That was combat training at a level that most units military would envy.

 Where exactly what his grandfather taught him to move like that? Maria remained silent for a for a long time, studying his face under the dim light. Something in his expression he must have convinced her to go down at least one layer of its defense. “My grandfather was Li Chan”, he taught kung fu traditional in the Chain Town of Guadalajara for 40 years.

I started training with him when I was 4 years. Don Alejandro recognized the name of immediate. Le We Chan had been legendary in the martial arts circles, a master who formed champions and whose school produced fighters who dominated international competitions. Li Chan was his grandfather. Li Chan has heard of him.

Anyone who has studied arts martial arts has heard of him. He was considered one of the greatest teachers of his generation. His school produced more champions than any other institution in America. Maria’s expression turned close. Most people don’t know that much about traditional kung fu. I practiced taecondo at university.

No, seriously, but enough to I recognize mastery when I see it. Your grandfather was famous for accepting alone students who demonstrated dedication exceptional and natural talent. He made exceptions with family. I doubt it. Lee We Chan was known for be stricter with your relatives than with anyone. If he trained her personally, it was because you had an extraordinary talent.

Maria began to gather her things clearly uncomfortable with the direction of the talk. It was a long time ago. how long How long have you left there? The question made her stop. I didn’t leave. They sent me away. Who? My family. When I turned 18 they decided that I needed to focus on more things practices. Marriage, to be exact.

Traditional Chinese families do not They always approve that daughters prefer fight to find a husband. Don Alejandro He felt there was much more to it. story, but the body language of María warned him that it was better not to I would insist. Instead, he changed tactics. He’s hungry. As? It’s 1:30 in the tomorrow.

Just finished a 10 hour shift followed by what seemed like an hour of intense training. I bet he hasn’t eaten anythinghearty from the food. I’m fine. That wasn’t the question. Are you hungry? Maria hesitated. Yes, I know a place. Nothing fancy, only good food and no code clothing. Alex, it’s not a date, just food.

Two people who happen to have hungry at the same time eating in the same place, without expectations, without second intentions. Why is he so persistent? Because you are the first person to years that challenges me to be more than alone rich It makes me want to earn your respect instead of buying it. Maria looked at him for a long time, pondering something.

in his head. A condition. Tell me. No questions about my past this night. We can talk about anything, less of my personal history. Deal done. The restaurant Alex chose was one of those inns open 24 hours in Coyoacán that serve truckers, night shift workers and people who can’t sleep and needs a warm comfort at odd hours.

Maria relaxed as soon as they crossed the door. The simple atmosphere and customers of working class seemed more sure that elegant restaurants, full of people with expectations or prejudices. They found a table at the back in the corner and María ordered hot kakes with a bacon order while Alex ordered coffee and pey.

 She ate with real appetite and Alex found himself fascinated with this look at Maria without her mask professional. I can ask about Kung Fu without count as a personal story, dared It depends on the question. The way I was practicing, what style is it? North Saolin with Winchun elements. My grandfather believed in combining techniques traditional with applications practices.

How many hours did you train a day? When I was younger, 4 to 6 hours after school, plus weekends week, training was not optional in our family. he misses him. Maria stopped with her fork halfway way. Miss what to compete. From what I understand, someone with his trajectory could have entered national teams, competitions international.

I was never interested in competing. Why not? Because kung fu is not a sport, it is a way of life, a philosophy, a means to protect oneself and others others. Turning it into a spectacle takes away its true purpose. Alex leaned forward, attracted because of the passion in his voice, but surely your grandfather would have been proud of see her compete at the highest level.

 to me grandfather cared more about character than the trophies. always said that the greatest victories important are what happens when nobody sees them. Like three nights ago the restaurant, María looked straight at him the eyes, exactly like three years ago nights. They ate in comfortable silence for a while and Alex noticed that María little by little relaxed His shoulders lost the tension defensive and began to hold his hand glance from time to time, instead of be scanning outputs all the time.

Now it’s your turn, she said after a while. touch what? Answer questions. Fair is fair. What do you want to know? Why restaurants? He could have gotten into any business, but chose hospitality. Because? Alex thought carefully about the question, Why does food bring people together? It is one of the few industries where the success depends on making people happy real people and not just take their money.

That sounds very idealistic for a millionaire Do you believe that millionaires do not can they be idealists? I think it’s easier to be idealistic when one can afford to have principles. That’s pretty cynical even for you. Maria shrugged her shoulders. Experience teaches itself. what kind of experience? She gave him a warning look.

That counts as a personal story. Sorry, force of habit. They finished eating while the first rays of dawn began to clear the sky outside. Alex was reluctant to give up. the night over, which had been the more sincere and relaxed conversation than had had in months. “I’ll take her home,” he offered. get up “Can I take the subway? It’s 5 in the morning and he lives in Coyoacan.

“Let me take her.” Maria hesitated, then nodded. “Thank you.” Alex’s car was a discreet BMW and not the Ferrari or Lamborghini that Maria I expected. She raised an eyebrow when he opened the door to her. passenger door. It’s not what I expected. I thought I’d handle something more flashy. I save the flashy cars for when I need to intimidate people.

Tonight I just want to take her healthy and save your house. During the journey to Maria neighborhood. They talked about books, movies and music, neutral themes that revealed tastes shared by classical literature and little-known foreign cinema. Alex discovered that Maria had read much more than his job allowed suppose, with opinions about authors and topics that betrayed a formal education way above high school.

When they arrived at her building, aold warehouse converted into apartments in an industrial area that little by little it was becoming fashionable, Maria turned to him with a expression that he could not decipher everything. Thanks for dinner and for not insist when I asked. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to prove that I’m not all bad.

 The jury is still out, he said Maria, but she said it smiling. Can I see you again, Alex? Not as a date, just this talk with someone who wants nothing from me more than honesty. Maria looked at his face for a long time. under the dim light of the dashboard. Why is it so important to you? Because you are the first person who It makes me want to be worthy of your respect.

Something changed in Maria’s expression, a brief flash of vulnerability before for his defenses to return to close. I have to go. He got out of the car before that Alex could answer and disappeared inside the building without turning. But as he drove back down the empty streets, couldn’t take off the feeling that something important was changed between them.

What I didn’t know was that María was standing by her window, watching how the rear lights of the car were lost and wondering why a man who I could have whoever I wanted, I was so determined to understand someone who had spent years becoming invisible. And what neither of them knew was that Don Marcos Web, business partner of Alex and his oldest friend had followed since they left the restaurant taking pictures and making plans that would soon endanger everything that they were just beginning to build together.

Don Marcos Web had been partner of Don Alejandro Torres, 12 years old being his best friend and 6 months being his secret enemy. Sitting in his office at the Pentuse reviewing the photos that your investigator private had taken from Alex and Maria, he clenched his jaw with rage barely contained. María Chan was not just any waitress which had caught Alex’s attention.

She was Li Chan’s granddaughter. The legendary Kung Fu master, whose dojo Marcos I had tried to enter as a teenager with all his strength, only to be rejected for not having the discipline nor the character that Liy demanded to his students. The old man had looked him up and down. below, clearly seeing the anger and the feeling of superiority they were pushing, and he had dispatched it with words that still burned 15 years ago after.

You seek power, not wisdom. Find another teacher. Now Liya’s granddaughter was threatening to derail the most important business of Marcos’ career. Web Industries was going to earn 40 million of pesos with the sale of the chain Alex’s restaurants to a group of international investors. A business that would only continue if Alex stayed focused on the affairs and was not distracted by entanglements romantics with inappropriate women.

Marcos picked up the phone and dialed a number I hoped I would never have to use. I am web. I need you to solve a problem. The voice on the other side was cold and professional. What kind of problem? The kind that requires someone disappear permanently for a while if it is necessary. While Marcos made arrangements for destroy María’s life, she was living something I thought impossible.

Hope. For the first time in 4 years there was allowed to imagine a future that does not include hiding, running away or being always looking over your shoulder. Working in the garden of San Ángel had become something more than a job since Alex started visiting him regularly. He had kept his promise not to pressure her with quotes.

Instead, he looked for excuses to be in the restaurant during their shifts. Sometimes I reviewed inventory reports from a secluded table. Other times he met with suppliers in the dining room. He always treated her with the same respect. professional that he gave to his executives, without ever using their position to make her uncomfortable.

But it was the small details that little by little they broke down the defenses of Maria. The way I remembered her I preferred Arl Gray tea instead of coffee during your breaks, as I had ordered to put better lighting in the parking lot staff after knowing that she I walked alone to the subway at the end of school late shifts, the fact that it had increased security in all your properties after the attack on the restaurant, no to protect himself, but so that his employees felt safe.

Maria was cleaning tables after the food service when Don Enrique approached with an expression of fury barely contained. “Maria, I need to talk to you in private.” Something in his tone struck a familiar knot. in the stomach. She followed him to his office, where he He closed the door and turned to her. with the devastating news.

This morning the migration services received an anonymous complaint sayingthat you are working with documents false. The blood drained from Maria’s face. That? They are doing an investigation complete about your employment status, legal documents, verification of background, the whole package, if any something irregular in your papers.

Maria dropped into a chair with her mind at 1000 per hour. His documents were legitimate, but not would stand up to deep scrutiny because people had created them specialized in helping victims disappear from dangerous situations. Migration researchers they would end up tracking the documents to its origin, exposing not only Maria, but to an entire network that helped women to escape abusive families and arranged marriages.

Who would be able to do this? Don Enrique asked softly. Maria already knew it. There was only one person with the reasons and the resources to destroy his life so thoroughly. Someone who had been watching enough to know exactly where to hit. “I have to give up,” he said quietly. Maria. We can’t fight this.

 Don Alejandro has excellent lawyers. I can’t bring Alex into this. Yes migration does not connect with my case, could damage your business, your reputation. I’m not going to let that happen. So what are you going to do? Maria He stood up with the decision made. What I’ve always done, run away. Don Enrique took her arm with delicacy You don’t have to live like this.

Whatever it is you’re running from, maybe there is another way. You don’t understand. The people I’m running from don’t give up, no forgive and have enough money and contacts to destroy anyone who try to help me. That afternoon Maria packed her few belongings in a single backpack. The same routine that he had repeated in three different cities during the last 4 years.

Leave no trace, take nothing you don’t could be replaced. disappear before for someone to notice that he was gone. He was almost finished when he heard a key in the lock. Only one person had a key to his apartment, the landlord, and he had given clear instructions to Maria not to Never use it, except in emergencies.

Maria stood behind the door, ready to fight if necessary. But the person who entered was Mr. Alejandro Torres. Maria. Enrique told me what happened. Need. Alex stopped dead when he saw the backpack. packed on the bed. No, you shouldn’t be here. You leave. I have to do it. No, you don’t have. We can solve this together.

I have lawyers, investigators, resources. Alex P. Maria’s voice was firm, but not harsh. This is not your fight. Of course it is. someone is you attacking to get to me. That does it completely my fight. Maria turned towards him completely and Alex saw something in his eyes that chilled her. blood. It wasn’t fear or doubt.

 It was the look of someone who had made a decision final and that he would not allow himself to be convinced with arguments or emotions. You think this is for you, but it is not. This is my past catching up with me, just like I always knew what would happen. What happened? Maria, talk to me. Whatever it is, we can face it. I can’t tell you.

 Why not? Because you are a good man who believes that problems are solved with money and determination, but some problems don’t have solution. There are people you can’t fight with, neither reason nor buy. Sometimes the only option is to run. Alex moved closer with a desperate voice. I’m not going to let you disappear from me life for an anonymous complaint to migration.

It will not stop with migration. Maria’s voice was flat, emotionless. Then will come the SAT. Afterwards, criminal investigations with evidence planted. Then you threaten the people who it matters. Scale until everyone around me are in danger. Who is it? Whose are you so afraid? Maria stayed silent for a long time, measuring how much truth could share without risk.

my family, your family is threatening you. My family sold me. The words were floating in the air like a physical blow. Alex felt his knees They faltered a little when they understood what they implied. When I was 17 years old, my parents They arranged a marriage with a man whom I had never seen. They have inherited a fortune in maritime transport, 43 years old, with fame to collect beautiful things and throw them away when he got bored.

The bride price was 2 million dollars. Alex’s fists clenched. strength. Dear God, I refused. My grandfather supported my decision and offered me stay with him, but my parents They threatened to destroy their school, ruin your reputation and do it deport if he got involved. So I agreed to meet Han Way, thinking that maybe I could convince him that it was not appropriate.

Maria’s voice became distant, like if I told someone else’s story. He didn’t want a wife, he wanted one possession, something beautiful and exotic toshow off at social events and mistreat in private. When I continued to refuse, he kidnapped me and He kept me until the wedding. How did you escape? Thanks to my grandfather’s training, Hanway’s men underestimated What a 17 year old girl can do when well motivated.

I fought my way, took money from the Hanway safe and disappeared. That was 5 years ago, 4 years, 7 months, 12 days. Han has been looking for me since then, not because he loves me, but because I humiliated I made him look weak in front of his partners. In their world, that is unforgivable. Alex felt anger burning in him.

chest like fire. Why hasn’t it been with the police? What tests do you use? Everything Han is completely legal in the papers. Arranged marriages are not illegal and both sides seem consent And my family would swear that I’m crazy, that I ran away from a loving home and a generous suitor. But you are an American citizen, has rights.

I am a Chinese Mexican woman without money, no contacts and no evidence of crimes that were carefully planned to that look legal. Hangway has teams of lawyers, politicians in your pocket and enough money to make problems disappear permanently. Alex then understood why Maria she had been so resistant to his interest.

I wasn’t making it difficult or protecting yourself from heartbreak. He was protecting himself from a threat real that it could cost him everything up to life. So you’ve been on the run for 4 years. New city every 18 months. New identity, new job, new life. It worked until someone discovered who I really am.

Someone like Don Marcos Web. Maria’s head snapped up, surprised That? My business partner He’s been acting strange lately, asking things about you, taking calls that do not explain. I thought I was just being protective. with the business. But now, Alex, you have to keep far from me. If Marcos is involved, then Han He knows exactly where I am.

 that you come here it puts you in danger. I don’t care about the danger, because I yes. Maria’s composure finally broke went bankrupt. I care if they hurt you for my fault I care if they destroy your business because you tried to help someone you barely know. I care that good people suffer because I was selfish enough to allow myself to love someone again.

Alex reached out for her, but Maria stepped back, shaking her head. I’m leaving tonight. Don’t try to look for me. Do not hire researchers or use your contacts. Just let me go and forget that we we met Maria, promise me. Alex looked at her for a long time, seeing the fear and the desperation she dealt with so much effort to hide.

I can’t promise you. Then you’re going to get us killed two. María took her backpack and headed to the door, but Alex blocked his way. step. There has to be another way. There isn’t. What if we expose it? And if we go out into the public with what has done, with what evidence? My word against his.

 will destroy me in a trial and then he will come for you. and if we make sure that something can’t in Alex’s tone made Maria I would look more carefully. What do you mean? Give me 24 hours. Don’t run away. Don’t disappear. Give me a day to show you that there is another option. Alex, this is not a business problem that you can solve with strategy and resources.

Maybe not, but I’m not giving up with you without fighting. Maria stared at him, torn between hope and terror. Everything that had lived yelled at him to run immediate, but something in Alex’s eyes made her wanting to believe that maybe, just maybe there was another way out. 24 hours,” he finally said.

 “But if not find a solution that doesn’t put you at risk, I’m leaving.” Done deal. When Alex left the apartment, none of them The two noticed the van parked at the other side of the street, nor the camera long range that each of them captured their movements. Don Marcos Web was already putting in The next phase of his plan is underway and 24 hours may not have been even remotely enough to save them both.

Don Alejandro Torres had built his business empire preparing for any eventuality, but nothing had prepared for the call telephone that woke him up at 4 in the morning tomorrow. Mr. Torres, this is the detective. Martinez of the City Police Mexico. We need you to come immediately to the Belisario Domínguez hospital.

María Chan found unconscious in a Chain Town neighborhood alley 3 ago hours. Alex was already dressed and in his car. before the detective finished explain the circumstances. Maria had been found by a runner early riser, beaten to death unconscious, without identification and without apparent motive for the attack.

Just a contact card emergency in his wallet, which had therestaurant number had led to the police to Alex. The trip to the hospital happened in a blur of rage and self-reproaches. I should have insisted that he stay with me. I should have put better security on it. I should have understood that 24 hours were too long when it comes to people capable of kidnapping and mistreating teenage girls.

Detective Martínez received him at the emergency waiting room. A woman of about 40 years old with a tiredness, which I had clearly seen too much violence in his career. He is stable but unconscious. with cerebral motion, three ribs broken, extensive bruises. Whoever did this knew exactly how hurt her without leaving obvious evidence of torture.

has said something. He has not recovered the knowledge since we found it. But, Mr. Torres, is there anything else? We found this in his pocket jacket Martínez gave him a photograph that It made his blood run cold. It showed Maria and Alex leaving the inn four nights before, but the Mary’s face was circled with red ink and on the back there was a message written in Chinese characters.

“Can you read this?” Martinez asked. Alex looked at the unknown writing, feeling helpless. No, but I know someone who can. An hour later, Don Enrique Dubo arrived to the hospital accompanied by Dr. Kim Nakamura, professor of linguistics at the UNAM specialized in Chinese dialects. Dr. Nakamura studied the photographs with growing concern.

It is written in traditional Chinese, but The writing is archaic, formal. It says, “The runaway bride will return with her legitimate husband or all those who protect will suffer the same fate.” Legitimate husband. Detective Martínez seemed confused. Alex explained María’s situation to Detective Martínez as briefly as possible could, observing how the expression of she went from doubt to understanding gloomy So, this Hanwey guy sent her hit as a warning.

No, Hanwey directly is too much ready to get your hands dirty. But your people, yes, we need proof to build a case. I could help with that. Everyone turned around when Don Marcos Web entered the waiting room with a perfectly acted expression of concern and support. Alex felt his suspicion become in absolute certainty.

Marcos, how did you find out about coming? here? I received news of the attack contacts in the police. I came as soon as I could. Contacts in the police. Alex, we need to talk in private. Although something told him that he shouldn’t, Alex followed him to a quiet corner of the room. Marcos looked around to make sure no one hears them and then he spoke in a low, urgent voice.

This has to stop now. What do you have to stop your involvement with this woman? It’s dangerous, Alex. Has brought violent criminals to our lives, has put at risk the business and now it is endangering to everyone around her. Mary is the victim here. Maria is a magnet for problems and as long as you are related to her, those problems become ours problems.

Alex studied his partner’s face and saw something I had never noticed before, a coldness that went beyond business concerns. You did this. That? You were the one called immigration. You were the one who told Han where find it. Marcos’s expression did not change, but something moved in his eyes. Alex, you’re very upset right now.

You’re not thinking clearly. Answer the question, Marcos. Did you tell Hanway? I contacted people who could verify if this woman was who she said she was. Yes. The confession hit Alex like a punch Son of I protected the interests of our business. This woman was using documents fake, lying about their past and manipulating you to get you into a relationship that could destroy everything we have built.

Selling his whereabouts to the man who He tried to force her to marry, making sure that criminals dangerous would not become ours problem. Alex felt anger rising in his chest. chest, but he forced himself to keep calm Losing your temper now wouldn’t help Maria and could prevent her from discovering everything Marcos’s betrayal.

Exactly. What did you say to Han Way? I told him where I worked and where I lived. Nothing else. And what did he offer you in exchange? Marcos hesitated and Alex knew there was found the real reason. Han controls 40% of the consortium investors who want to buy our restaurant chain. He made it clear that his participation depended that certain obstacles would be removed.

Obstacles. Do you mean Maria? I mean distractions that prevented you concentrate on business. Alex felt that the last illusions about his partnership and friendship with Marcos They turned to dust. Since when did were you planning? Since I realized that you were goingserious with her. Alex, this business represents 40 million profit.

40 millones que estabas dispuesto a tirar por la borda por una mujer que conocías desde hacía menos de una week. Así que decidiste que la golpearan y la they will threaten I decided remind you that some situations are not arreglan con buenas intenciones y mucho money. I thought you would take the hint and It would disappear on its own, but it didn’t.

No, vino contigo en busca de ayuda, lo which forced more direct measures. Alex looked at the man considered his closest friend for more 10 years old and realized that he had never I had really known him. Marcos had always been ambitious and calculating, but Alex had believed that esos rasgos estaban equilibrados por loyalty and a minimum of human decency.

He had been wrong. Society is over. Alex, don’t make emotional decisions the ones you’re going to regret. The only thing I regret is having trusted in you La voz de Alex era fría y calm. You have 24 hours to remove your things from our offices. After that, security will remove you from the building. You are making a mistake.

Without my contacts, your plans expansion. Will we continue without you or will we not continue? Either way, you will have no part in it. Alex turned around to leave, but Marcos took him by the arm. This doesn’t end here. Han Wayne is not going to stop because you fired me. If you have made things worse, then I will take care of Hanway directly.

With what? Good intentions. Hangway has been collecting for 20 years women as if they were works of art. It has politicians, judges and heads of police in three countries on their payroll. Do you think your money and your lawyers Mexicans scare you? Alex broke free from Marcos’ grip. We’ll see. As Alex walked away, Marcos he shouted one last time.

She’s going to get you killed, Alex. And for what? For a woman who has spent 4 years lying, about everything, including his name. Alex stopped. what do you want What do you mean by that about your name? Marco smiled. with cold satisfaction. Maria Chan is not a real man. He’s been using fake identities for so long.

I doubt he remembers who he is reality. The woman you think you’re protecting It doesn’t even exist. Despite everything I had discovered about the betrayal of Marcos, this final revelation hit Alex like a knife in the chest. He had fallen in love with someone whose I didn’t even know his real name. But when he returned to Maria’s room in the hospital and saw her lying there, unconscious, with his face swollen from the beating that Hanwey’s men had given, Alex realized that that didn’t matter.

Whatever their real name was, they were what were the lies that there were said to protect herself, the woman in that hospital bed was someone for whom It was worth fighting. Dr. Nakamura was still examining the photograph when Alex He returned with a worried expression. “There’s something else,” he said quietly.

The calligraphy style is very specific. Whoever wrote this was educated in schools traditional Chinese, probably in Hong Kong or Taiwan, but there are subtle characteristics that They suggest American influence. What does that mean? It means that this message is not wrote Han Wayne and his partners in China.

 someone wrote it Chinese American, someone who learned the traditional writing, but it takes many years living in America. Alex felt that the pieces of a bigger puzzle began to fit. Someone like Maria’s family, such maybe, or someone who works for them here in the United States. Detective Martínez looked up of his notes. Mr.

 Torres, we are going to need a complete list of everyone who knew the whereabouts and situation of the Miss Chan. If this Hangway has people operating in Mexico City, we have to identify them. Alex nodded, but his attention was placed on María, who began to move in the hospital bed. His eyes opened slowly, principle without focus.

 Then little by little they clarified when they recognized where it was Alex. His voice was barely a whisper. Here I am. They found me. I know, but you’re safe now. Maria He tried to sit up, grimacing. of pain from broken ribs. Nobody is safe. They will keep coming until they get it what they want And if we give them something they want more, no There is nothing Hanwey wants more than recover the face he lost.

 And how about 40 million pesos? María looked at him confused and Alex explained the betrayal of Marcos and the business that had motivated him. As she spoke, Maria’s expression went from confusion to understanding and then to something like hope. You’re talking about ruining his plans expansion. I’m talking about making you chase me it will be more expensive for Han Way than leaving me in peace.

Alex, these people don’t think like Western businessmen.Face and reputation are worth more than money. Then we attack his face and his reputation. Dr. Nakamura cleared her throat. There might actually be a way to do both things. Everyone turned to look at her and she continued with growing enthusiasm. Chinese marriage contracts traditional Hanway generation They usually include very specific clauses about family honor and reputation commercial.

If Maria was contractually betrothed as a girlfriend and then refused to fulfill that obligation, Hanway may be entitled legal not only to recover it, but to a compensation for loss of honor. How does that help us? Alex asked. Because those same contracts usually include clauses on obligations of the bride’s family.

If Maria’s parents accepted money for a marriage that was never consummated, could be legally obligated to return that money with interest. Maria sat up more despite the pain. Millions of dollars plus 4 years of interest and penalties that according to the traditional chinese trade law could easily reach 8 or 10 million, confirmed Dr. Nakamura.

Alex felt hope growing in him in the chest. So if we can prove that the Maria’s parents breached the contract, Hangway could be more interested in getting your money back them that in continue chasing Maria. Maria looked alternately at Alex and Dr. Nakamura, almost without daring to believe what he heard. But we would need proof of the agreement original, documentation of the money transfer, evidence of that my parents acted in bad faith.

 everything This could be obtained by legal discovery if we file the right kind of demand, added the Detective Martinez. For the first time in 4 years, María Chan began to believe that maybe, just such Once, I wouldn’t have to continue running away, but first they would have to survive the Han Way’s next move, which already was underway.

The confrontation came sooner than no one expected. Han landed in Mexico City 18 hours after María recovered the knowledge, bringing with him a team of lawyers, security and sufficient personnel political influence to make the Detective Martínez investigation suddenly disappeared from the channels officers. But Don Alejandro Torres had passed the day before making their own preparations.

 You requested this meeting,” Han Wey said as he entered the private dining room in the San Ángel garden. It was exactly how Alex had it. imagined, impeccably dressed, coldly handsome, with that arrogance casual that gives a whole life of get everything you want. I trust that you have something important that discuss. Alex stood up to greet his guest, noticing the two bodyguards who were placed near the exits.

I have a business proposal. I don’t do business with people who harbors stolen property. Stolen property. Alex kept his voice calm despite the anger that rose to his chest. It refers to Mary. I mean my girlfriend contractually obligatory, which has been retained illegally from fulfilling the agreement of your family.

The woman who was kidnapped and held against his will refers to Han Way’s expression no changed different perspectives on it situation, but I didn’t come here to debate ancient history. I came to get back what belongs to me. Mary belongs to no one. Maria belongs to my house according to a contract legally binding signed by your parents and attested by the authorities corresponding.

The fact that she ran away doesn’t invalidates that agreement. Alex took note of the different name, but he saved it for later. Contracts can be broken. This one didn’t exchange too much money. There are too many reputations at stake. María will return with me to Guadalajara, where the ceremony will finally be held wedding that was postponed.

And if he refuses, he will not refuse. Not after his family explains the consequences of continuing disobeying Hangway motioned and one of his companions put a tablet on the table. On the screen there was a video of an older man that Alex recognized as Lii Chan, Maria’s grandfather, being taken out of his dojo in handcuffs.

immigration violations,” explained Han calmly, discovered during a routine audit of records your school’s finances. He is currently detained waiting deportation hearings. Alex felt his fists clench. with force. Son of I am a businessman protecting my investments. Maria’s grandfather will be released and everyone charges will be canceled as soon as she fulfills her obligations.

If you continue to resist, Hanno needed to finish the threat. The message was very clear. Obey or go suffer the man who raised her. There is another option,” Alex said quietly. “I I listen.You received 2 million dollars from Maria’s parents as part of the marriage contract. According to Chinese commercial law traditional, if the bride’s family breaches that contract by deceit or misdeed faith, they are obliged to return the investment with penalties ” Han Way’s expression sharpened with interest.

Continue. Maria’s parents lied to her. They told her that she was willing to marry you, but they knew that I was going to deny. They took your money down false pretexts, which constitutes fraud under both American law and China. Even if it were true, recover money from their parents does not solve the problem matter of honor.

 I was humiliated publicly when Mary disappeared. That requires personal compensation. Alex had already anticipated that argument. And if the compensation were enough big to show that you were the aggrieved party. And if everyone involved understood that you were enough generous to free Mary from a obligation that their parents created with fraud, how big?000 8 million dollars immediately more a public acknowledgment that you He was deceived by Maria’s family and that his decision to release her demonstrates wisdom and compassion instead of

weakness. Han leaned back in his chair, considering. the offer. 8 million was considerably more than what I had originally invested and would allow him to save face while eliminated a problem that had been become increasingly expensive to maintain. Who would provide that compensation? I.

 And in exchange, María is free, completely free, without further contact, no claim on her, no threats against his family. cancels the charges against his grandfather and He leaves them all in peace forever. Are you willing to pay 8 million for a woman he has known for less than two weeks? I am willing to pay 8 million for ensure that a good person does not pass the rest of his life fleeing from a situation that he never chose.

Han watched Alex for a long moment, his calculating mind weighing the costs and benefits of the proposed arrangement. There would have to be documentation, legal agreements that protect both parts, of course, and Maria would have have to sign papers acknowledging that was never coerced, that her refusal to marry was a decision own and not the result of influence external.

Alex hesitated for a moment. He saw the trap in Han’s demand. Way, documents that would cast all the blame Maria and her family while I absolved Han of any blame. she He will sign whatever is necessary, Alex said. So, we have an agreement. The legal procedures took another 4 hours with teams of lawyers from both sides drafting documents that satisfied Mexican courts, Chinese business traditions and Han Wey’s need to get out of the situation with his reputation intact.

Maria signed the papers in the office Alex with his hand shaking a little recognize that your 4 year nightmare finally ended. Le We Chan was released from custody migratory before the ink dry in the contracts. But the conversation that came after The departure from Hanway was the one that Alex I would remember more clearly.

8 million, Maria said quietly. That’s more money than I’ll make in all my life. It’s less than what I spend in art in a good year. That’s not him period, Alex. You barely know me. Do you know that I lied about my name, about my past, seperately over dozens of more things? Why risk so much for someone you can’t trust? Alex sat on the edge of the bed.

hospital, choosing his words carefully be careful. What is your real name? Liua. Maria is the American name I chose. when I started running. “Lijua,” Alex repeated slowly. It’s beautiful. It means plum blossom. Beautiful. my Grandfather said that I was born in the season of plum blossoms when winter ends and spring is about to begin.

Is that what this is? The end of winter. María looked at him with eyes that guarded 4 years of pain and hope. I don’t know. I’ve been running away for so long I’m not sure I remember how stay in one place. we could discover it together. Alex, I have nothing to offer you. No money, no contacts, no position social.

I’m a waitress with a fake identity and enough emotional baggage to fill a cargo ship. you have something which is worth more than all that. What? I You make me want to be worthy of you. Maria She was silent for a long time studying his face. Do you realize that this is crazy, right? We know each other since less than two weeks ago.

People don’t fall in love so quickly real life. It doesn’t. He does it. Alex moved closer, his voice soft but safe. I don’t know about the others. I only know about us. And what do you know about us? I know I’d rather spend just one day being completely honest with you that alla life pretending with anyone. I know that seeing you fight those gunmen was the moment I realized realized that he had been living like sleepwalker I know that the thought of you disappearing It scares more than any business that have done in my life. Maria felt that

His eyes filled with tears. Alex, I know you’re scared. I know that people have hurt you They had to protect you. I know you have all the reasons world not to trust someone like me. Someone like you. someone rich, privileged, someone who has never had to fight to survive or flee of nothing more dangerous than a hostile takeover.

Maria touched his face gently, his fingers following the line of his jaw. You’re wrong about that, what you think isn’t you understand survival, but yes you understand. You survived having Marcos as best friend 12 years without letting It will destroy your basic decency. You survived growing rich without becoming arrogant nor cruel.

you survived having everything served in tray, without forgetting how to work by something that really matters. Like what? Like this, like us. Alex took her hand and held it against her. cheek. There is a us. I don’t know, but I’d like to find out. Although I’m completely crazy about fall in love with someone I knew long ago two weeks, especially because you are completely crazy to fall in love with someone who you met two weeks ago.

Alex leaned down and kissed her softly. And María felt that something in her chest, that I had been frozen for 4 years, finally was beginning to thaw. When they separated, she smiled at despite the tears that ran down her the face “So what happens now?” he asked. “Now you recover from your wounds, then you quit the waitressing job.

I need to work, Alex. I can’t let you keep me. I’m not talking about keeping you. I’m talking about offering you a position that matches your true capabilities. Maria looked at him confused. What capabilities? Alex smiled. Enrique told me that you speak four languages fluently, which you have knowledge of wines at a sommelier level and that you understand haute cuisine service better than people who have been in it for decades medium.

 Next year I am expanding to international markets. I need someone who can handle cultural complexities and negotiations high level. You’re offering me a job. I’m offering you a career if you want. Maria looked at him amazed. Are you serious? completely serious. Although I must warn you that the position comes with requirements a little out of the ordinary, like the person would have to attend to many business dinners, travel frequently and occasionally accompany the CEO to events social.

That sounds suspiciously like dating with you, date me with excellent insurance doctor and a six-figure salary. Maria laughed despite herself. You are ridiculous. I am practical. I need someone I can trust that position and I would like spend more time with the woman than I’m in love. This solves both problems and if it doesn’t work between us, you will still have a career for that you are qualified and a recommendation that will open doors for you anywhere of the hotel industry.

Maria considered the offer, barely able to believe that his life was changing so drastically. I have a condition. Tell me. I want to visit my grandfather before make any important decision. I need to talk to him about what happened. Make sure it’s really saved. Of course, we fly to Guadalajara tomorrow. Us no.

 I plan to leave you alone until I am absolutely certain that Han Wey fulfill your agreement. Maria smiled. That could take a while. I hope it takes forever. Le Chan was waiting for them in the small airport on the outskirts of Guadalajara, looking older than Maria remembered, but unmistakably his grandfather When he saw her walking towards him accompanied by Alex, her weathered face opened with the first genuine smile he Maria had seen him in years.

Liu said softly, using his name true as he hugged her. You appear again yourself. What do you mean? For 4 years you carried the weight of the decisions of others. Now you walk like someone who remembered that has its own decisions. Maria introduced Alex, who made a respectful bow and addressed Carefully practiced liarín.

The old master smiled for the effort and responded in Spanish. Your pronunciation needs work, but your intentions are clear. Do you mind, my granddaughter? Very much, sir. Good. She deserves someone to see her value. Li looked at the two of them with wise Winter is ending. Lijua, are you ready for spring? Maria looked at Alex, who was trying to follow the conversation despite the barrier of the language, and felt that the last His defenses were completely collapsing.

Yes, Grandpa, I think I am.Months later, María Chan, now He officially chose Torres after their wedding simple in the Civil Registry, it was in the kitchen of your newest restaurant in Hong Kong, coordinating with chefs who They spoke three different dialects of Chinese and marveling at how much there was changed his life.

Alex found her there while she was finishing night service, checking inventory reports that most I would delegate to assistants. Any regrets? he asked. Surrounding her with his arms from behind. About what? About marrying a man who thinks he can solve all the problems with money and determination. Lijua leaned against his chest smiling.

It depends. Any regrets for marrying a woman who can take down thieves armed but still double check horseshoes before going to sleep. Not a single one. Good. Because they told me that This job comes with requirements little out of the ordinary, like the person has to attend many dinners of business. Travel frequently and occasionally kiss the CEO when he is being particularly charming.

Alex turned her over in his arms. smiling. That does sound challenging. I’m willing if you are. Mrs. Torres, I thought I never you would ask. While Alex kissed his wife in the kitchen of his restaurant in Hong Kong, They both remembered that sometimes best love stories start with the most unlikely encounters. Survive the most impossible obstacles and they end up exactly where they should be. M.