Shortly after chatting with him, an unknown number called her. Suspecting it was Lionel, she answered the call."Hello, Angel. It's Lionel," a deep husky voice introduced. Her cheeks stained red. "Hey, handsome. Was expecting your call," she replied. Mrs Harper rolled her eyes at the squeaky high-pitched Roselia switched to. "I already sent my driver to come pick up up. There is no need for you to use an Uber. I mean, it is sort of demeaning for my woman to come to see me in an Uber when I have a fleet of cars lying around," Roselia's greed stirred at the words. Indeed, she was lucky with men. Never had she had to deal with gold diggers pretending to be who they were not? All her men were genuinely rich. "I understand your need to save face but I really don't want to cause you any trouble," she said meekly. "Let me worry about that."Mrs Harper cleared her throat to remind Roselia of her presence. "Uhm... can I ask for a favor?" Roselia dropped her voice with uncertainty."What
Roselia already knew that Lionel was rich but she didn't expect his mansion to be so extravagantly furnished. There were a lot of expensive items lying around like nothing.Some items had no business being in the living room but they were still there, probably to show that he had the money.The man was indeed a show off. He just trying to be subtle about it. He was doing a very bad job though. "My angel. You finally arrived." She had no idea where he stepped out from but one thing was certain. His voice was sexier in real life than on phone. She turned around to see him and got hit by another realization. The man was way more handsome on Instagram than in real life. While he was a Greek god on the internet, he was a man with average looks in real life. He couldn't he classified as ugly but he wasn't handsome either.He was clad in a tailored tuxedo that looked very expensive. With each passing second, she became more doubtful about his profession. How could an ordinary banker afford
Roselia soon got sleepy and Lionel offered to show her a room. She drowsily asked if they were sharing a room and he told her no. She was relieved and disappointed at the same time. Even though he was trying to be a gentle man, it kind of felt like he wasn't that attracted to her. Maybe it was all in her head. She rubbed her eyes gently. She never felt so tired and sleepy before. She was certain it had nothing to with the stress she faced I'm the day. If she could term that stress even. As soon as she got into the room, she dropped on the bed and went straight to sleep without even bothering to take off her shoes. Somewhere in her sleep, she felt him take off her shoes.After that, she completely passed out. Lionel put away her shoes carefully before staring at her sleeping form. He smiled and walked out of the room. He took a cold shower and changed into something more comfortable. He had to get ready for tonight's work. He glanced at the wall clock to confirm the time before g
"What a pleasant surprise, Father. Let me guess, you were scrolling through your contacts then it suddenly clicked that you have a nephew," Zade's sarcastic greeting made Adera smile. "Teddy," Carter greeted with almost the same excitement as he did months ago when Zade called. "I missed you so much, son.""We lying to each other now?" "Come on, son. You know I did miss you. I'm sorry I haven't been able to contact you or anyone else. I just got so choked up with work that I forgot about everything else. Don't be mad, please," He apologized. "Mmm... so are you ready to come home now?" Zade asked."Not yet. I still have things to finish up. Maybe in two weeks or so," Carter answered."Right. Call me when you're ready to come home," Zade said..."Come on, Ted. Don't be like that. I will come home as soon as I can. You of all people should know how these things work especially when handling a consortium like P-Tex." The strain in his voice told Zade that the man was indeed going throu
Mrs Harper sat beside Roselia's bedside, waiting for her to wake up. The food Lionel served her was heavily drugged which made her body a bit slow in responding to treatment. Despite the situation, she was grateful that they made it out alive. They already cut open her body but no vital part was removed yet. For the first time, the police had actually arrived in time. Lionel and his buddies were under detention but she wasn't worried. There was already a cooler of organs to prove they were traffickers. Not even his wealth could save him. She'd known that all that talk of generational wealth was just a sham to lure Roselia into his trap. This would definitely serve as a big lesson to her. Surprisingly, Flynn answered her call as well and patiently listened to her explain their situation without cutting her shut or hanging up. He said he would come in to check on Rose but she couldn't tell if he was lying or not. Fortunately for them, he wasn't. He arrived about forty minutes later
Zade parked in front of Tyrone's mansion and stared at the building. The guards were no where in sight and the everything was dead silent. "Are we too late?" Elizabeth asked quietly."I hope not. Let's just talk to her.. What's the worse that could happen? Your father will return soon and we can't afford him finding Tyrone in that condition," Zade said, stepping out of the car. Elizabeth followed him and together, they entered the mansion. The front door was locked so they had to ring the doorbell. There was no response. "Are you sure they're in there?" Elizabeth asked. "They have to be. Let me call her." He dialed her number, but the line was switched off. He called Tyrone's line and he got the same response. "What do we do now? What if she did something...""Calm down, Liz. Let's try the doorbell again," Zade pressed the doorbell and once again, there was no response. "Helen!" He yelled, "open the damn door!" There was no response. "Helen!! You need to open this door," he
Tyrone was rushed to the hospital in the next five minutes. The man was a complete mess. His face was barely recognizable, with five fingers missing and broken limbs. Not to mention the belt marks on his body. Helen had given him he'll on a platter. The doctors said he needed blood and it wasn't surprising considering the number of injuries he sustained. None of them really cared about the physical injuries or how long they would take to heal. Their major concern was the poison. Once they were given assurance that it would be flushed out, they settled his bills and returned to Helen. "Do you think she'll hate me?" Helen asked as they approached Elaine's home. "I think she'll be very excited to see you again. She has been asking about you for quite a while. She almost thought you abandoned her," Zade told her and she felt more guilty. "She didn't really notice it when Manie was around but since Olivia took her away, she has been quite lonely."Helen had nothing to say to that. Sh
Tyrone woke up to the white ceiling. The consistent banging in his head had him wincing at intervals. This wasn't his house, he took note. The ceilings were too bare. He tried to move and pain shot up through him. He let out a groan and fell back in bed, events of the previous day flooding in, at rapid speed. He didn't want to believe some of the things his mind told him. He was too scared to think of the possibility of it being real. No wahala he could have lost fingers. No freaking way!Despite the hammering in his head, he decided to confirm his thoughts. He couldn't be too sure of himself. This pain felt more realistic than a dream. Gathering his will, he turned his head to the dude, enduring the pain as expected of a man. When his eyes fell on his hand, however, he went weak. There were bandages on it but he couldn't see his freaking fingers. He was pretty sure his palms were wrapped so where...The scene flashed against his eyes once again and he felt the urge to throw up. It