Chapter Sixty-Three

“You still haven’t told me how you know Cassie as the one I planted.” Madam Theresa curled her lips.

“Is that what you should worry about at this moment?” Madam Felicia shunned her. “Jamal left the country and no one is agitating about it! Is it possible for his position to stay empty for fifteen days?” Madam Felicia grunted, asking anxiously.

“You have tried all methods but all are abortive, do you want me to also embarrass myself?” Madam Theresa raised a scornful brow.

“Well, find something else to shake them. Have you run out of ideas?” Madam Felicia urged her grumpily.

“And when did you start listening to my suggestions? I thought you were the lord of omnipotent ideas.” Madam Theresa said, staring at her.

It was obvious that the two women were teasing and harassing themselves. Soon, someone dropped two cups of coffee on their table.

“We didn’t order this.” They shrugged, informing the waitress almost at the same time.

“I did.” A hoarse voice said behind them, taking his seat across