What was she?

"She lives here?" The Senator furrowed his brow as he stared at the thatched house built with bamboo leaves through the window of his car.

''Yes sir," the driver who was also the informant, Ryan answered.

"How could someone survive in there... Oh, Whatever. Let's go," he sighed.

The driver got out of the car, rushed to the other side, opened the door of the car, and watched his boss step out the majestically.

"Mrs. Vincent!" Ryan called out and stepped back.

"Are you sure she's around?" The Senator frowned after a few seconds of silence.

"Mrs. Vin–"

The door of the bamboo house opened which interrupted him.

''I think I told you not to come here again," the old woman frowned, unaware of the presence of the Senator.

"I know, I..."

"I requested to see you," the senator stepped forward.

"Why? Who are you? " The woman raised a brow.

Wait, she doesn't know him?!

Huh, that is given.

How does he even expect someone who lives in this place to recognize him?

"I am here to enquire about my l

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