“You did what?!”
Marisol exclaimed as Joaquin slammed the crystal glass on the table.
“Shut up,”
Joaquin said in a low voice.
Marisol was fuming and was ready to attack her boss but Basilio held her back. The three of them rushed into Joaquin’s office after they learned that the blonde-haired beauty had been thrown into the dungeon by Joaquin himself.
“Can you stop, can’t you see he’s in pain?” Basilio spoke.
Right on what he said, Marisol noticed that Joaquin wasn’t drinking wine but a much stronger liquor and he was occasionally wincing, grunting and his hand would rub his chest.
Marisol huffed.
“If he is in pain, what do you think she is feeling right now? She was thrown into the cold and wet dungeon just because she rejected him!” Marisol snapped and Basilio sighed.
Then he lo
