Casare chuckled, not only did he not let go, but he held her tighter, his gaze falling on a newly appeared diamond necklace around her neck, sparkling under the kitchen light.
"A new necklace? Very beautiful, it suits you," he casually praised.
Hayler touched the main diamond, her tone carrying a hint of pride and happiness, "Looks good, doesn't it? I just bought it this afternoon."
"Oh? Which store? Nice choice," Casare asked casually.
While stirring the beef in the pot, Hayler replied, "I didn't choose it myself. This afternoon I went shopping with Mrs. Krista Schroeder, she helped out. She said this one suits particularly well."
"Krista Schroeder?!"
Casare's smile froze in an instant, and the arm he had wrapped around Hayler's waist subconsciously loosened. His body tensed slightly.
"How co you went shopping with her?" Casare's voice unconsciously carried a hint of tension, "Since when did you get so close to her?"
Hayler turned around, looking at Casare's suddenly changed expression with so confusion, "What's wrong? Mrs. Krista ca by the house a few tis looking for you, but you weren't there, so I entertained her. She's very kind, and after chatting a few tis, we got along quite well. She invited out for coffee and shopping, I couldn't just refuse, right? And so, we got familiar."
Casare's heart sank.
Krista Schroeder! The birth mother of Caesar! Victor's mistress!
This woman is definitely not as simple and harmless as she seems. She approached Hayler, even went shopping and gave gifts? How could there not be a purpose behind this?
Casare frowned tightly, alarms going off in his mind.
He was no longer just a jail guard who only needed to follow orders, he was the confidant of xico's actual ruler, the pri minister!
The top dignitary in xico, carrying the weight of over a hundred million people, the "Xiao He" of the new xican regi.
To put it bluntly, even in the history of the world, he was soone who had to make a mark, and his political sensitivity was still very strong.
Krista doing this, is she trying to get close to Hayler? Testing his attitude? Or...
Is she trying to gain sothing for Caesar, attempting to pull him to her side?
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Casare imdiately dismissed this idea in his mind.
From a legal and legitimate standpoint, Bruto is Victor's legitimate son, the rightful heir, and also his godson!
No matter what, he must stand with Belsaria and Bruto.
Getting too close to Krista privately was simply playing with fire! If either Victor or Belsaria beca aware of this, the consequences would be unimaginable!
"Listen, Hayler," Casare grasped his wife's shoulders, his tone unprecedentedly serious, "In the future, try not to get too close to Krista Schroeder. If she invites you again, find an excuse to decline, if she cos to the house, if I'm here, I'll attend to her, if I'm not, you just say I'm not available to see guests and let her know to co to my office if she needs anything."
Hayler was frightened by his serious deanor, her blue eyes full of confusion, "Why? Casare, Mrs. Krista she..."
"No reason!"
Casare interrupted her, his voice a bit severe, "There are so things you don't understand, just listen to ! Rember, staying away from her is good for us, and for her too!"
Seeing Hayler's sowhat hurt expression, his heart softened, he eased his tone, pulled her into his arms, and said softly, "Dear, political matters are very complex, I don't want you to get involved, you just enjoy shopping, painting, taking care of the house, leave everything else to , okay?"
Hayler nodded, snuggling into his embrace, but her gaze narrowed, appearing very calm.
...
The next day, in a luxurious but sowhat desolate villa in the La Condesa District of xico City.
Krista Schroeder, dressed in a Chanel suit, lounged lazily on the sofa, having just finished a phone call.
The carefully maintained gentle and amiable mask on her face vanished the mont the call ended, leaving only gloominess.
Hayler Alves, that wife of Casare, had graciously declined her invitation for afternoon tea.
The reason was "not feeling well"?
What a lie!!
We were just shopping together yesterday.
It must be Casare!
That faithful hound by Victor's side surely sniffed sothing out and warned his wife to keep away from .
At that mont, a burst of childlike laughter and a puppy's excited barking ca from the garden outside, breaking the indoor silence. Krista frowned, stood up, and walked to the window.
She saw her five-year-old son, Caesar, joyfully running on the lawn, a little mutt of unknown origin wagging its tail following at his heels, trying to bite the cloth strip in his hand.
Caesar's little face was full of joy Krista rarely saw.
This smile pierced Krista's eyes.
"Caesar!!"
She suddenly pushed open the glass door, shouting sharply, her voice slicing through the garden's tranquility.
Caesar was startled, stopped in his tracks, his smile instantly freezing, looking at his mother in so confusion.
The little dog also stopped, tilting its head, whining out of ignorance.
Krista marched over quickly, not even looking at the little dog, as if it were nothing more than annoying trash, lifted her foot in pointed high heels, and brutally kicked it away!
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