CHAPTER 634. RED PROMISE. The Same Scene

Mauro clenched his teeth in frustration as he stared into the deep, dark eyes of that woman. Twenty-six years old, with the eyes of a general and the temperament of a mercenary. She had always been tough, but over the past decade, she seemed to have grown less emotional, colder—like nothing could unbalance her.

"Did you also demand lab tests from Senator Rosso?" he asked sarcastically, convinced that the relationship that had started when she was just a girl had persisted for years.

"No, I didn’t have to demand them from him," Ainara retorted, pulling free of his grasp and flashing him a sarcastic smile. "But you know my conditions. Now, master, may I go rest, or do you need anything else?"

The new magnate of sports medicine let out a low growl of anger and turned toward the door. But before he could grasp the handle, the soft voice of the woman behind him stopped him in his tracks.

"Mauro!" she called from the large glass window overlooking t