Chapter 33

“Remember, you’re getting me a new Rolls Royce. You, not your father,” Damien said through his rolled-down window right before Angela pulled off, kicking up enough dust to cover Raymond.

“You didn’t eat before leaving this morning,” Angela said.

“What are you, my babysitter?

As if on cue, his stomach grumbled.

Angela giggled. “You were saying?”

He rolled his eyes but indeed, he was hungry. All the excitement of the day had made him forget it.

“Let’s go to Dame’s Court,” he said as if it was a no brainer. “I don’t think I’ve had better food in my life.”

Angela was vehemently against the idea. Of course, Dame’s Court had the best food in the country but unfortunately, the one closest to them had Abigail as its manager.

Having Damien around Abigail was like tempting a lion with fresh meat at a safari. Neither of those things were advisable. But how could she tell her he couldn’t eat somewhere because she didn’t like the manager?

“There’s this place Renee always tells me about. She’s a