CHAPTER 89
Rescued
“My son, I was only pulling your legs. We are not putting your mother’s matter on hold, we are striking it out right away.”
He swiftly faced the Family Heads and asked.
“Did I say your mind?”
“Yes.”
They chorused, and Mr. Denise Bailey took his seat with the confident demeanor of a tyrant. Now, the Patriarch who was confused could not carry on with the meeting. He had suddenly exhausted his agenda and would not dare to look in Denise’s direction, nor could he look at the faces of the sixty-seven elders who could read his body language. To extricate himself from ignominious situation, he closed the meeting in trepidation and announce.
“Can someone move for the adjournment of this meeting?”