CHAPTER EIGHT

Rosa visited her old house with her mother, Juliana.

Standing outside the now-renovated compound, memories flooded back.

"Rosa, there must still be someone living in this area that still remember everything that had happened. I assure you".

"After nineteen years?".

"Yes. At least one person. Let me ask". She stepped into a beverage store.

A chubby woman was dozing off in the shop.

The store stood directly facing the compound.

"Ma'am, please we are looking for someone that has lived within this place for over twenty years".

The woman stretched and yawned. "Have you asked mama B?".

"Please where is she?"

"Two shops away from mine".

"Thank you so much ". They gratefully moved to the shop.

The supposed mama B was cleaning a blue plastic item.

Pausing her task, she glanced up at them, appearing to be in her early seventies, yet maintaining a remarkably agile posture.

"Good day ma'am. Sorry to disturb you. How long have you lived in this area?". Juliana asked.

She shrugged. "Over thirty five years now. Any problem?".

They gasped.

"Actually, we are relatives of Mary Ann who was killed nineteen years ago. Do you remember? She had a daughter and...".

"I know Mary. Uncle Jackson carried her daughter somewhere before he was also killed ten years ago".

Rosa and Juliana exchanged glances.

"Killed?". They asked in unison.

"Uncle Jackson was killed at night. It was after his body was decomposing that we found out. The autopsy reported that Jackson was stabbed with a dagger six times. We have not seen Mary's daughter since then, but I am very sure she must have followed the footsteps of her mother".

"Thank you so much for the info, mama B".

They expressed gratefully and headed back to the car.

Rosa was breathless. "If I had remained in that house, probably I would have been killed too. I am very shocked that uncle Jackson has died because he was involved with my mother".

"Don't you want justice for your mother?".

"I only have one mother and that is Juliana Anderson ".

Juliana hugged her. "I promise to appoint a private investigator that will investigate this case. Irrespective of anything, she bore you in her womb. She needs justice, okay?".

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"He is looking for a virtuous woman. A decent looking woman that always dresses elegantly. A woman that has good management skills. My son likes ladies with a good accent and sense of humour. She must have experience in management and also have self confidence. The most important part of it, she must be a lover of God". Sylvia narrated to Natasha.

For five years, Natasha Edward has effectively managed Sylvia Designs, balancing her role with both the company and her academic responsibilities.

Singlehandedly, she nurtured Matina Schools, which she owns as part of the Matina Group.

Natasha embodied the qualities Sylvia had laid out.

But decent? Lover of God? It must be quite hard.

"I have a plan, Natasha. Sing in his studio. I will pay the fees he would request from you for the production. Thank God you have a good voice".

Natasha winked at her. "So you want me to sing for Jesus and capture the heart of emperor Raymond?".

Sylvia shrugged. "You are the only one I know can efficiently manage Raymond's empire. Make sure you make him propose to you".

Natasha stared at his picture with her heart in her mouth.

He was too good looking.

Was she going to succeed in playing those games?".

"Natasha, you must make sure you capture his heart before any other woman captures it".