Chapter84

#Chapter84

9 months ago

/"That is not necessary, Mrs. Romero. He must be busy in a meeting. Why bother him? I am leaving now./" He announced and tried to walk away but she held his sweaty arm.

/"Quit lying, Mr. Sharman, and come to the point. Choose your next words wisely or else I’ll call the guards, who will drag you to the basement, effortlessly. What are you hiding and what was so important that you have to sneak around like a thief? What did you steal?/" She asked sternly, embracing the role of a mobster’s wife and he gulped while clenching his chest like he was about to have an attack. Watching his depleting condition, her eyes soften and she guided him towards the couch at the corner and settled beside him. He breathed deeply and lurched for the chilled water placed on the table. Gulping a good portion, he sighed and cleared his throat, squirming under her curious gaze.