Chapter Twelve

The Garden behind the building.

Maxwell stared at Wilson who stood before him with a big wrap of cigarette on his left hand, exhaling smoke from his mouth.

He hates it when the old man smokes to his face but then, what could he do?

"Have you met my daughter..? " Maxwell asked after scanning Maxwell with his eyes for some seconds

"Not yet sir" Maxwell replied looking throwing a quick glance at the balcony and back to Wilson

"Why not..?" Wilson asked walking towards the pool.

Maxwell exhale and turn around to face him "I... I have not had an opportunity.." Maxwell stuttered in response not sure if his words made any sense.

"In the world where you came from, do people just sit back and wait for opportunities to come" Wilson spatted, turning around sharing with his angry looks fixed on Maxwell's face.

"I do not want to make a bad first impression... I'm only trying to figure out how best to approach her" Maxwell said his defense.

Wilson let out a mocking laughter "I see.. So how long do y
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