Chapter One Hundred & Thirty-Eight

“Mo-mo-mo-ther, th-there's a-” James stammered, trying to relay his message.

“Give me that!” Madam Felicia forcefully took the telephone from him.

“What?!” Madam Felicia said,baffled.

The plan was to kill Melanie without getting involved but once again Jamal and his wife just rained on her parade.

Someone else was driving the vehicle and it appeared that the lady was not Melanie.

“Are you sure, it is her car?” Madam Felicia hoped deep within herself that it was a big mistake.

“Yes, it has the exact plate number on this photo” Nathan said from the other end.

Earlier on, Martins got a picture of Melanie's car from one of their numerous domestic staff, so that Nathan would not assume wrongly.

“How did this happen?” Madam thought absent mindedly.

She could not fathom how Jamal and his wife always escaped their clutch, all the time.

“I have done my part, now I have other things to do” Nathan said and there was a beep.

“Urrghh!” Madam Felicia screamed in frustration.

She had to come up with