The Rise of James Winslow

CHAPTER NINETY EIGHT

Their laugh, and moans, tortured him. He felt as if he was pinched in the heart. He let out a guttural groan that echoed through the restaurant, followed by a sorrowful wail.

Finally, he collapsed to the floor in a heap, his body shaking with the weight of his sorrow.

This alerted the man who wanted to spend a night in his restaurant, he came to his aid, stood him up and sat him on a chair, he could develop a heart attack.

He didn't know what happened to him, he was just comforting him that everything would be alright.

Should he tell him the woman he just praised was moaning under another man?

So devastating!

He mustered courage and asked, "The woman that called you then was your woman?"

"Yes, she is" the man responded

"She wants you dead if you don't come home with money right? " Andrew asked

"That is her usual language, she didn't mean it, but I dare not go home if I don't have money to give her, my peace of mind would be gone." the man said arching his brows

Andrew sighed a