Chapter 133

 dir…” before he could conclude his statement, Chin threw the glass of liquor in his hand at the wall.

Bang!

The glass rammed on the wall, and broke into different pieces, littering the marble floor.

Chin lips quivered and a vein pop up on his forehead, making his look murderous.

“You all are a bunch of incompetent dimwits!” he hollered, his arms quake.

The subordinate who came to report the matter to Chin, was lost for words, he wasn't expecting him to react that way.

“I am sorry, Boss” he said.

A glint flashed on Chin's eyes, and he squinted at his subordinate.

“Sorry?” he rephrased him with an askance look.

He chuckled maniacally “let me kill your daughter an…” he shut his eyes, his heart pricked “get everyone ready” he said and walked away.

“Yes, Boss”

Arial quickly called her driver and was about leaving the house, she held the doorknob and tried to open.

Arial felt strong arms around her waist, and her heart pumped rapidly, she smiled and turned around, Jo was the one hugging her behind.

She curled her arms around his neck “stay with me, it is weekend” Jo mused, and buried his face, in the crook of her neck, his breath on her bare skin brought unwholesome sensation to her body.

Arial felt her lips dried, she cleared her throat and lifted his head, he pecked his head.

“I am sorry, dear, let's go to see a movie tonight” she tried to persuade him, to let her leave.

Jo released her from his crutch and nodded, “but we have to see my, Dad, later” he commented.

“Okay” Arial answered quickly and was about leaving.

“You forgot something” she heard him say, she turned around, wondering what she had left behind.

“What?”

She asked, looking perplexed, Jo tapped on his lips, Arial beamed and stepped forward quickly, she held his face tenderly.

And placed a lovely kiss, she wanted to pull out, but Jo locked his arms around her waist and deepened the kiss, leaving her heaving after they broke the kiss.

“Goodbye”

She said and scurried, blushing profusely.

Old man Bill sat in his mansion's garden, having a quiet time under a shade, Carl, his butler stood by his side.

“When are you coming home, child?” he asked, his voice deep and emotional.

Jeane felt belittled “Dad, am not a child, am nineteen, and I will be done with College soon, how can such a person be nineteen?” she reiterated.

Old Man Bill laughed at his daughter naivety, “you are my child” he insisted.

“But D…” he interjected Jeane's protesting voice quickly “come home” he answered simply and hang up.

Old Man Bill turned to Carl, “what have been Jo up to lately?” He inquired from his butler.

“He had proposed to a lady Arial, and also fought with the Bruce's family, his son is in coma because of Jo” he recounted his findings, Old Man Bill reclined on the chair, finding the report