Wealene's multimillionaire house. Yorkshire.
~Albert~
"Let no one say a thing, I got this covered."
Dia promised as Ray, Caidine, and Ray jr in between them walked towards us after pulling over their own car in Mr Wealene's large compound.
"Everyone seems to be here. But who is the owner of those strange cars. I hate to believe that crazy Mr Wilson is here. But it's all good, everything would be sorted today."
She affirmed as she ran her arm into the space between my arm and waist. She held me like couples would do and called,
"After me, y'all."
As we walked towards the door, I wanted so badly to tell her the last secret but sincerely I was scared. And I still am. I should tell her but I just can't, no matter how hard I try.
But the fact is, the truth cannot stay hidden for long. In just less than five minutes, all would be ratted out. The only concern that scared the hell out of me is her reactio
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