Triumph Of The Belittled Son-in-law

CHAPTER 91

She headed into the garage and then to her car and drove out checking her map almost every moment to make sure that she didn’t miss her way.

She finally got to Fort Avenue and the location that pointed out the address looked like a small office.

It was one of Paul’s warehouses but it was later turned into an office for official purposes.

She got into the office room and it had a deadly air of strangeness, its lighting a surreal of shadows. The air was filled with scents of flowers as she glanced around, her face contorted with confusion.

She thought of heading back to the door. Perhaps she had missed the address. Things were looking a little too strange.

She soon heard the sound of a door flung open. She didn’t know there was a door there. A young lady in her late twenties walked out of the door, her posture very sleek and curvaceous as she walked elegantly toward Lady Winston.

“Have a seat, Ma’am,” the lady said, pointing toward the direction where she should sit.

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