Favo Novel
Chapter 235: It'S On Fire
Chapter 235: It'S On Fire
Chapter 235: It's on fire
Leopoldo had an expressionless face and nodded bluntly.
In an instant, Mariana felt her feelings begin to have a source. Euphoria filled her heart and was about
to overflow.
-Thank you.
He only said this one word, but it implied many things.
Leopoldo kept silent and after a moment, he said: "You are welcome.
His voice was low and a little hoarse.
Inexplicably, it made his heart flutter, and it was hard to calm down for a long time.
-It's very late, go to sleep, goodbye.
Mariana was a little dazed
-Goodbye...
He went back to his room and sat on his bed, his thoughts still stuck from half a minute ago.
She put on her pajamas, intending to fold the dress and drop it off at the dry cleaners tomorrow. As she
was finishing up, she glanced at a familiar logo and couldn't help but spread the piece out and
scrutinize it for a moment.
When she opened her computer, Mariana started to look up Yerma Serrano's designs and discovered
that some of them were indeed similar to the one she was wearing, so it was easy to see that they
were from the same person.
Yerma was a reputed fashion designer, a three-time Golden Top Award winner, a genius in the world of
design. The world called her the "Queen of Art," but in recent years there has been talk of her
disappearance from the design scene. Seeing the woman's face in the photo, Mariana felt a little
familiar. It looked like she had seen her before.
But in the end, he couldn't remember.
She collapsed on the soft bed, allowing herself to be overwhelmed by tormenting emotions.
Mariana slept late, and the next day she woke up alone in the villa, without the figure of Leopoldo, so
she had breakfast in a hurry and went out.
The director of an agency had called her to tell her that there was a trend in underperformance over the
last half month. As a designer, it was necessary for her to go there in person to understand the reasons
for the decline and the overall sales intentions for the next quarter.
On the way, he spoke to the store manager.
-Okay, I'm getting off. I'll be there soon.
After greeting the driver, Mariana hurried to the store, where the manager was already waiting at the
door, looking anxious.
She put her purse on the counter, opened the ledger on the table, took out a pen and signed her name
on the last page, not realizing that there were no clerks on duty.
As she leafed through the manual, Mariana turned her head to ask the store manager.
-Yesterday's sales volume was 0. 7% lower than the previous day?
A trace of unnaturalness appeared on the merchant's face.
-I'm not sure, I didn't ask in that much detail ...
Mariana helplessly picked up her account book, turned back to the previous page and pointed to a spot
with a pen for me to see,
-Yesterday there was a gain of 2, 8%, but yesterday it was only 2, 1%. Those of the previous days are
also trending down, but at a slow pace.
-Yes, yes, yes, yes.... -The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly, not sure if he was listening or not.
At that moment, the shopkeeper suddenly turned away from her and a magnificently dressed woman
entered, Mariana also only gave a slight sidelong glance before averting her eyes.
The store manager followed the woman and introduced her to the current seasonal styles, and the
woman responded occasionally, as if there was nothing wrong with them.
Suddenly, the woman pointed to a dress hanging high up and said: "That one, can you show me that
garment?
The store manager looked toward the designated spot, with an embarrassed look on his face.
-Madam, that piece... it seems that we don't have the rest of the sizes in the store....
That is, this was the only one left in the store.
The woman did not seem to understand what he meant, insisting on seeing the one she had chosen.
The manager was at her side and kept persuading, but the woman couldn't hear him, and the
discussion got louder and louder.
Mariana closed her book and approached.
-Hello ma'am, what can I do for you?
The woman saw her and lowered her voice.
-I want that piece, but your clerk said there are no more sizes.
He unconsciously took Mariana for store manager.
And the real shopkeeper was standing to the side with a not-so-good face.
-Ma'am, please give me the size. I'm going to see if there is stock.
The woman took a piece of paper out of her purse and handed it to Mariana.
He scanned it hastily and spoke casually.
-Okay, wait a moment.
After saying this, he headed for the warehouse.
After a long search, she managed to find a dress in exactly the same style, and turned it inside out to
see if the size was right. The somewhat small storeroom was full of clothes and the air did not seem to
circulate properly. Mariana had a few beads of sweat on her nose, wiped the tip of her nose with her
free hand and then walked out the door.
However, he discovered that the door to the warehouse that had been opened on purpose had been This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.
closed at this moment. He reached out and turned the handle, but it did not open, as if it was locked
from the outside.
She knocked on the door but no one answered. She had left the phone in her purse, and the purse was
on the counter.
She realized that something could be wrong. The temperature in the warehouse was getting warmer
and warmer, so much so that Mariana's forehead kept sweating. She raised her hand to knock on the
door, only to be surprised by the burning touch as soon as her fingers touched it.
The door was very hot.
Looking down, Mariana could see the bright light of the fire coming from under the door, and suddenly
felt that something was wrong and that she was on fire.
The enclosed space was like a steam oven, and outside the door there was a cacophony of screams,
which caused panic in Mariana's heart.
He looked for a brace and tried to get help with it.
But it was too late, as the door reflected the flames of the fire, and acrid, murky smoke poured in
through the crack, quickly filling the small space.
As she choked on the smoke and coughed a little, the oxygen in the room decreased and Mariana
became dizzy and trembled.
She fell to the ground, slowly losing her strength. She thought she saw a familiar figure walking towards
her in the firelight while her consciousness was blurred. She tried to stay awake and see the other
person's face, but in the end her consciousness gradually disappeared.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a snow-white scene.
The white, minimalist palette of the hospital, mixed with the striped blue gowns, the drab, alienating
atmosphere, cleared his mind for a moment.
He unconsciously called Leopold's name, but found his voice too hoarse to speak, and his body was
weak.
At that moment, the door suddenly opened and a nurse with a medical cart came in, walked over,
removed the empty bottles and put them on the cart, then put a new one on and hung it back up.
Mariana made an effort to speak,
-Nurse ...
The nurse looked at her.
-What's wrong? -Are you uncomfortable somewhere?
-No, I just want to ask the man who sent me here. Where is he?
Confusion appeared on the nurse's face, and she responded a bit puzzled.
-The one who sent you here is a fireman!
Feeling a little disappointed, Mariana frowned.
-Your husband just came in and instructed me not to wake you and to let you get a good night's rest,"
the nurse paused and added. Of course, he also said he would come back to visit you later.
Hearing this, Mariana nodded softly.
-Good.
The nurse put the blanket on him and pushed the cart again.
Looking out the small window in the door, Mariana's mind was filled with the long figure of the man in
the sea of fire, but, unfortunately, she could not see his face with the light behind her.
Leopoldo's face was sullen and cold at that moment.
He took off his tie and tossed it on the chair with some annoyance, turning to dial a phone.
-Mr. Durán.
The respectful voice of the assistant rang out.
-Go investigate! The culprit behind the fire!
The assistant paused for half a second to react and immediately replied: "Yes, Mr. Durán!