Burning with vengeance: The runaway heir

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Macy skipped up to where she had packed her motorbike hitting the left palm of her hand with the bundle of notes she had just taken from that man she had just roughed up.

She smiled, sniffed the money, smiled again and then took her keys from her jacket pocket and put the money there.

She was so happy that if she had been a little bit more alert, she would have noticed the vinegar jar that was standing just a few meters away from her hiding behind a car looking at her.

She revved her motorbike’s engine and drove off after securing her helmet.

Richard too took his motorbike after a while as he looked at his phone at the GPRS tracker he had placed on her shoes and followed closely behind.

Macy looked at her watch and saw that it was just a few minutes past one in the morning and she shook her head.

“Too early,” he said to herself and then stopped at the side of the road.

She couldn’t go home as she thought it was too early.

She needed Richard to know that she was a riot by getting back