Chapter 71The voice called out their names with familiarity. Lorraine could recognize the voice from anywhere, as if her guess would be wrong her head snapped towards the direction where the voice had came from. There she was sitting upright from the white colored swivel folding floor chair with a foamy armrest that she relaxed herself on, dressed in a similar robe with theirs and having podiatrists working on her nails and toes. Her gaze collided with hers, meeting the shock expression that hid a face full of aversion underneath. “What are you doing here?” She questioned, unable to hide the hatred in her tone. It’s quite obvious she doesn’t want Lorraine there or wherever else she could be. And the way her face just bloomed with extraordinary beauty that surpass hers just kept the hatred extremely livid. “To make TikTok and have a chat with Jesus as you can see. Isn’t that the reason this place was created in the first place.” Faye gave a sharp response rolling her eyes at her a

Chapter 73 Marina who came in a bit late knew the face of the man shown on the TV. Only four people amidst all of them were thoroughly acquainted with the man they saw the newscaster talk about. Marina; the maid only knew him as his boss. Faye knew him as the husband of her cousin. Abigail knew him as the worthless human being her cousin is getting married to. Only Lorraine was beyond acquainted to him. “Answer me?” Abigail urged with desperation. Lorraine said nothing to her, ignoring her question and keeping her attention focused elsewhere. “And you wonder why I hate you. Just look at you right now, everything about you disgust me gosh. I don’t know if getting married to a rich dead son that’s miraculously alive has gotten into your head, but listen and listen good. You’re nothing, with him or without him, you’re nothing and meaningless to the society. Even if you’re married to him, you’ll still be a shadow and never will be recognized.” She paused momentarily choking out a lau

Chapter 75 Avon took his time to look his perfection, claded in a black sequin suit made out of the material Lorraine’s dress was made from.His body rocked against the wear looking fitted upon him. He sat down on the couch, awaiting for Lorraine to finish dressing up and others to be done while his attention focused raptly on his phone. Oblivious to the looks of admiration his well modified appearance has been getting from the female workers and even some males. He styled his hair differently, rinsing it into short lacquer curls that blaze perfectly on his head. Much wasn’t done on his alluring face. Avon’s attractive features detailed on his smooth toned face with a straight lined brows, above his sticky short lashes around his enthralling hazel orbs. Narrowed down to his Roman nose moulded perfectly over his plumped kissable lips that glossed extraordinary whenever his tongue swiped over the bottom or the top bringing out the pinkish heart shaped lips. He ordered the designer

Chapter 77“Lies!” The female had butted in, from afar where she stood and having the three discussing heads snapped to her direction in acknowledgment of her attack.There she was dressed in a Sage colored Marie dress, a night gown made out of a full viscosity, unlined with a pull on string. The shimmery lit sequin fabrics embellished crochet knitted gown and it antique lace in a seductively draped silhouette of the shiny gown that flowed down to her feet with a slit running up from below to her left thigh. Her hand clung softly to the matching colored purse to her dress, her hair was neatly dressed in a spiky bun that has strands left out and some falling down her face. The bruises she received were now masked with the heavy makeup she had on that almost hid her identity. “What do you mean lies?” Avon asked after much silence had set in her appearance. “She’s lying to you. Don’t believe whatever she has said to you. Nobody saved me, not especially Lorraine. She watched as her cou

Chapter 79Elegance and nobility filled the atmosphere as he stepped down, holding on to his wife’s arm that clings with his. The both of them led the way with the others trailing behind, escorts on each sides as they guard them till they made it to the entrance. Avon took out his invitation, giving it to the lady at his front to check his invitation and announce his arrival.She took it, opening the letter as she held the microphone tightly close to her lips. “Gracing the events is no one but the…..” the lady spanned as she leaped out a gasp, trailing her amused gaze away from the card she held reading out from to the man standing in front of her. “The Dragon General of the Eastern Plains, EastHill’s one and only hero.” The lady completed her sentence, thrown into a dazzlement as she made path for him and all he came to enter. Avon entered the well decorated home of the Hales, looking through their roses and pink lilies flower theme, before his eyes caught sight of the time tickin