Chapter one hundred and seventeen

There's no way Marcus would be in here, Amayah thought to herself. What if he's here? Does that mean he's rich? She knocked again to confirm her doubt.

"Come in," Marcus responded, and she held her breath as she pushed the door and entered. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw him cleaning.

"I thought as much," she said to herself. "He can only be a cleaner, not the owner."

"Did you say anything?" the fake CEO asked, and I shook my head no.

She mumbled under her breath as she sat down, and Marcus chuckled, when he heard her voice. He quickly asked the general to sit on his chair and picked up the mop and began to clean, so she would have no idea who the hell he is.

As she sat down, Marcus continued to clean, his eyes fixed on her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He was enjoying this, enjoying the fact that she had no idea who he really was.

And Amayah, oblivious to the truth, began to speak, her voice confident and clear. "I’m Mr. Owen's fiancé,” she said, and the General