Presidential Son-in-law

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE

Liam pressed his foot on the pedal a little, as he drove through the rough road of the streets of a rural area, dusts had gathered up and filled the area, he took a turn into a corner by his left and stopped at the dead end of the streets. He turned off the engine and got off his car, shutting the door close behind him, he brought out his phone and turned on his phone and enlarged the map on it, he raised his head and looked around to confirm that is at the right street.

He looked down at his phone again and after confirming that he is at the right street, he placed his phone in the pocket of his black suit trousers. He walked towards a brown bungalow with black gates, which was open, he pushed it and walk in, he took of his dark shade sunglasses.

“Good day sir” he greeted a man who seemed to be in his early sixties, who was sitting in front of the house with what seemed like a bottle of chilled beer which appeared to have been drunk halfway through in his hand.

“Yes? Good day to y