Chapter Eighty

“Didn’t I warn you not to play with fire?” Madam Felicia smirked, giving him a dirty laugh.

“I guess your mother failed to teach you not to depend on dirty tricks.” He snorted.

“I won, Jamal. This is to show you that I have every power to crumble you, you have to be careful of me.” Madam Felicia warned him.

“I’m only going easy with you, old woman.” He looked at her seriously. “But since you hate chances, I won’t give that to you, I’m going to give it to you back to back.” He informed her curtly. “Beware of me as I would do something drastic if you dare to offend me. James’ case is only the tip of an iceberg.” He laughed in disgust as he confidently walked out of the court.

Madam Felicia’s fist clenched in anger and Martins held her hand, preventing her from exploding.

“Mum,” Martins called her out and she exhaled heavily, rolling her eyes away from him.

“I hate this boy! I really want to get rid of him.” Madam Felicia bit her lips in anger.

“That’s not going to happen if you let your