CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SEVENTY - NINE - ASCENDED TO THE ROLE.

Alonso turned to Jose, his eyes flashing. "Isabella Gonzalez was really the one who got Marisol out of that hospital, wasn't she?" Jose nodded, his face grave. "It looks that way, sir." Alonso's voice grew low and dangerous. " That was quite a good show they had put on. It was my damn wedding to Beatrix, and they ruined everything just because they thought they could. Now, I'm going to ruin them just because I can." " Jose?" " Yes, Alonso." " It seems like we will be going to launch party after all. We need to shop!" Jose nodded, getting the message. " I will arrange everything, Alonso." Jose stood and made for the office door, while Alonso stood and pulled the blinds to let in the sunlight. " Leave Zigger be," Alonso said, halting him. " Seems like I won't be needing him for a while." Jose pouted. " He hadn't been answering my orders after all. I wonder whose fault that is." Alonso chuckled. " You are getting too old, Jose." Jose bowed his head and left the office,