The Poor Billionaire's Revenge.

Chapter 138

Athena left Grandma's house looking like she had fought in a thought war. Her hair was rough and scattered, and her shoulders drooped. She had obeyed grandma's instructions; now all she needs is to sleep and forget about all that happened at Wilmore's tower. She pulled over and stepped out of the car, then banged on the door like she wanted to pick a fight with it. She checked the back seat and pulled out the files she gave at the meeting. She sighed as it fell to the ground, just a few inches away from her leg. She picked it up and went into the house. Her mother was not in the living room today, so she thanked her sister for it. She isn't in the mood to say anything to anyone right now. She was emotionally down, and mentally, she didn't think she was strong enough to have a chat with her mom. She surveyed the sitting room. The mini artificial aleovera plant stood on the side of the table instead of the usual spot in the center. She is fully aware it had to be her mom; she's been the