Chapter 173

 Philip was trying to get her out of her foul mood.

The beeping sound of her phone, alerted her, she picked up her phone and, clicked on the newly sent message, she saw the pictures, of the two of them together, once again.

Tears started streaming down her eyes, she sobbed “I want liquor” she said to Philip, with her bloodshot eyes.

He nodded, and got a bottle of red wine, and poured a glass for her, she drained all, at once.

Philip grinned, and poured more for her, getting her drunk wasn't a bad idea, he thought, as he filled her glass cup to the brim once again.

Jo stepped on the brake, His father secretary lowered her head, when she saw him peering outside the car.

The houses in the street are low ends, and quite shabby, a few thousand bucks, could get someone houses in the street, and most street urchins were lurking around.

“I will get going” she said, and quickly tried to remove the seatbelt.

Jo saw her nervous she was, he alighted also, the moment he saw her stepped out of the car.

She tried to scurry off “hold on” he heard Jo's voice behind her, she was startled.

“I want to see your apartment” Jo said, and strode casually towards her, she was red with embarrassment, he ignored her discomfort.

“Lead the way” he blurted out.

She was stunned, she glanced at Jo, before leading the way quietly, they took the elevator, and got into the second floor.

Two old couples came out of their apartment “Oh, my God, Oliver, he is so handsome, is he Amanda's boyfriend?” the wife of the old man, gasped and said.

Amanda quickened her footsteps hearing what they said, Jo didn't allow them get to him, he strode casually and stood behind Amanda, who rampaged her purse, and picked out the door card.

He slid it on the door lock, and the electric door, slid open, he stepped in, with Jo following behind.

“Stupid girl, I wasted all my money, and beauty on you, you can't even bring a rich man home, am tired of staying in this tight apartment” a woman screamed in the apartment, throwing things around.

Tears clog to Amanda's corners of eyes, she hurriedly went to grab the radio that reminds her of her father, that her mother wanted to smash.

“Mom” she called out to her, and grabbed the radio from her, she bit her lower lip, feeling frustrated, tears welled up in her eyes.

Jo watched what was going on with an expressionless face, her mother humphed and stood arms akimbo, “this is all you could get, huh? From all your father's wealth, a fucking dead beat radio!” she hollered.

Amanda hugged the radio tightly, fearing for its existence, her mother squinted her eyes on Jo, who was standing nonchalantly behind Amanda.

“And who is this?” she asked, glaring at Jo with hostility, she went berserk once again “when you are