Chapter Forty-Two

The mysterious call last night led Jamal to take a drastic risky step.

“What? He is leaving the family mansion?” Madam Felicia rushed down the stairs, draping her nighties across her. The others followed from behind.

“Then, where will start living?” Madam Theresa questioned with a brief pause. “We don’t want the press to announce that we chased you out of the mansion, you know.” Madam Theresa informed him slightly.

“No worries, everyone. Master Jamal would be living at the Jackie-Ville presidential suite from now on.” Dennis announced to them and they gasped in shock.

“What?” Martins’ eyes rolled from his mother back to Jamal, the poor thief who came “just” yesterday, now trampling on them like daily bread.

“I thought that suite was restricted from everyone until a successor is being chosen?” James raised a brow, looking utterly confused.

“Mr. Dennis, we can never let him set his filthy foot in that suite. That’s absurd!” Madam Felicia queried in annoyance.

“Do you have a way of stopp