The Heir.( A son In-law's revenge)

COLD

AT TORRILLIO’S MANSION.

Vanessa rolled to the extreme side of the bed. She woke up when she hit the wall. "Where am I?" she blurted. "Oh. No! I slept off after drinking heavily last night,"

"Ouch," she shouted lightly, holding her head. "I think I have a hangover," she managed to get up on her feet. She found the bathroom and washed her face. "Where is my phone? Where is everyone?" she uttered.

She walked out of the room and saw just Torillio’s bodyguards in the sitting room. "Good evening, ma'am. How may we be of help to you?" One of them asked her.

"Where is Torillio?" she asked sharply. "He left for work, you’ve been sleeping since morning, ma'am," he responded humbly. "That can't be; do you by any means know where he kept my phone?" Vanessa responded. They didn’t know where it was, but they offered to help her find it.

"Do you have any idea where you must have left it?"

"Yeah, we were at the bar when we returned; that’s all I can recall," Vanessa responded bemusedl