Sheila looked out of the window, with a proud smile that graced her lips bright with red lipstick. She looked different than she did after the court case, her face was fuller and bright, almost like she was glowing. She was dressed in glowing colors, with a fluffy shawl around her shoulders along with a purse that looked new. She took her time to admire herself in the pictures she had taken before she left her house, her smile growing with each passing moment. It has been three days since the stupid restaurant incident, the day she stooped low to Keith Thompson's level, the day she lowered her pride and begged the imbecile. But it was different now, that old Sheila was forever gone, left to rot, and yes, it had everything to do with the man of affluence that had spoken to her that day in the men's restroom. Just as Sheila had suspected, the man was wealthy, and not just small scale wealthy, she was talking about a man with a net worth of over seventy five billion dollars net worth, a

Abraham raised a brow at her, not exactly looking too concerned with her change of mood, “What is wrong?” Sheila looked up to meet his gaze, this time pinning him down with her look instead, “How come you agreed?” Abraham's sort of look of concern is now replaced with a confused look, “Agreed to what exactly, Sheila?” “What I said about Thompson,” Sheila pointed out hoping he would get the point she was trying to make immediately but much to her dismay Abraham said, “And how is my agreeing with you saying Thompson should rot in jail a bad thing?” Sheila scrunched her face in annoyance, thinking for a minute that he was playing dumb intentionally. “Nothing really, except you would not have agreed if it isn't because Keith Thompson has done something against you.” “So, what you are implying is that someone would have to do something bad to me before I can agree that he deserved to rot in hell?” Abraham questioned with an emotion on his face that she could not decipher which

Mrs. Genevieve scoffed, folding her arms over her chest, “That guy. I fucking hate that guy.” Keith's gaze met with Camila's eager gaze for a brief second, his brow raised in question and confusion, and then turned his attention back to Mrs. Genevieve. “What did he do?” Keith questioned.Mrs. Genevieve snorted, causing Keith to wince and as he opened his mouth to speak, probably to comment on her snort, but Mrs. Genevieve shot him a hard glare which immediately got him snapping his mouth shut quickly.“Please tell us, Mrs. Genevieve,” Camila said in an unusually sweet voice, her eyes bright with eagerness and curiosity.He rolled his eyes and released an exasperated sigh. “Could we at least have our seats, please?”Mrs. Genevieve shit him yet another glare causing him to flinch again before she does as he says. He heaved a sigh of relief, ignoring the sound of Camila's giggles as he sat down and Camila followed suit. “Now that we are settled, tell us everything, Mrs. Genevieve,” Ca

“Wow! You were not joking when you said you would be going all out,” Camila professed with an astonished look.Keith took Camila's hand to his mouth and placed a peck at the back of her hand, “Of course, I would not want to disappoint my baby and also those awaiting my downfall.”Camila met his gaze with a knowing look but said nothing, taking her gaze back to the Lamborghini packed before her. The white beauty was a gorgeous sight and made her feel so important. It warmed her heart to see someone give her such special treatment as if she were royalty. And it made her damn proud to know she had bagged such a man, to think she almost said no when he asked her out. Now she understood more why that bitch, Sheila was still so hungover and obsessed over Keith. Sheila might be too blinded to realize it or rather too foolish to acknowledge the fact but the reason for her obsession, the reason for her inability to move on from Keith was because she knew what she lost. Sheila only keeps preten

“Since you like this space so much, then my girlfriend and I will be taking our leave.”Keith said as politely as he could force out, stopping Camila from speaking. He didn't want Camila making a scene that would do her more harm than it did to these old bitches who had nothing to their name except their horrible attitudes, meanwhile, Camila had a lot to consider and this was the worst possible place for her to snap out of anger or out of character. He growled softly when he glanced over his shoulder to see Camila had big moved an inch and was still involved in an eye lock with the woman but her lips were stretched into a smile that sent chills down Keith's spine_ and it seemed like the same thing for the women because their stubborn and confident demeanor has now shifted into something more uncertain and confused. The woman with the bright lipstick was the first to rush off and it was not long before the other two followed, half walking and half running, but it seemed more like runn