"Bella, show us the pictures you saw on the internet so we can all see him too. Many of us were on morning shift the day he was shown on television during the industry's ownership saga and didn't even see him," Bella gave her a mocking look. "Are you even in this country? Do you think that Mr. Wilson's pictures will still be on the internet by now? Of course they were all deleted from every platform within a few minutes that they were shared. As for the live broadcast of him, it's very unfortunate that you weren't there to watch him yourself," Bella said proudly as if she had just discovered that she was many poles ahead of them. Yes, she hadn't seen Richard physically just like some of them but at least, she had seen him on TV and the internet as well. This was enough to give her an edge over them. "I envy Petra and the old staff who had seen him here on some occasions. I should have submitted my application letter at the same time as them. How am I even sure
Since they hadn't seen each other for a while now, Frank suggested that they chill out in a restaurant located within the same compound as the supermarket. Sarah agreed to it instantly and they both headed towards the restaurant. After all, Richard wouldn't be back until around 10pm or 11pm and going back to the villa now would only result in loneliness. Nanny Vera was always very busy, supervising the servants and making sure that everything was in order and was usually unavailable to keep Sarah company. Frank grabbed Sarah's hand as they chatted along and walked into the restaurant. Sarah felt something like light flash across their faces immediately they entered the restaurant. She looked around but only saw some couples dining together and so engrossed in their own worlds that they didn't pay any attention to the people who had just entered. Maybe it was just her imagination or one of the signs of pregnancy at an early stage. They walked to a vacant table and sat down. Frank
Richard jerked the car door open, put Sarah on the passenger's seat then walked around to the driver's side. Sarah looked out of the car window and at the entrance of the restaurant. Two bodyguards dressed in black suits, white dress shirts and black ties, stepped out of the restaurant, dragging Frank to a car parked outside. They roughly threw him into the backseat of the car and entered the car too. More bodyguards came out from the inside of the restaurant and entered their different cars then drove away. Richard leaned over Sarah and fastened her seat belt as Sarah was so carried away, staring outside that she forgot to wear her seat belt. "Where are they taking him to?" Sarah queried with a trembling voice, her hands so white now. Her face was covered with fright and her eyes filled with painful agitation. Richard didn't say anything. It was as if Sarah wasn't talking to him. He turned the key in the ignition switch, pressed the accelerator and whizzed away. Sarah clen
"You locked him up somewhere, didn't you? Where did they take him to!" Sarah asked impatiently. Richard gave Sarah a wry smile and said, "If you're thinking of seeing him, then get rid of that dream cos that will not happen even in your next life since you'll still be my wife. A friend who's so greedy as to try to covet my woman doesn't deserve to live. I'll make sure he dies a natural death," Sarah froze immediately. This was exactly what he was doing to Philip now. She overheard his conversation with someone over the phone the other day. He had explicitly instructed them to torture Philip more until life becomes so bitter to him and protract his death until he begins to wish that he could die right away then in the end, kill him if he didn't die from the torture. Sarah's fingers slowly slipped away from his wrist that she had been grabbing. "You'll do no such thing to Frank, Richard," Sarah said in a voice that sounded almost like a whisper. Sarah's da
Sarah took out her phone and dialed Frank's number but it wasn't reachable. She tried again but heard the automated voice, repeating that the line wasn't reachable. Sarah had never been this frustrated, all her life. She let out a deep sigh. "So, what do you intend to do next, do you know where Frank is kept?" Asked Daisy. "I honestly don't know. I only hope Richard reconsiders his decision because I really don't know where to start looking for Frank. None of the guards in the villa seem to know where he took Frank to and even if they do, they might not tell me," Sarah said thoughtfully. Daisy was lost in thought too. Since Mr. Wilson locked Frank up because he saw him with his wife, Sarah running away from the villa might even fuel his decision not to set Frank free anytime soon. "Don't you think that he might be more infuriated and may decide not to set Frank free now that you left the villa because of him?" "I threatened to divorce him if he does
Because her mood had been sour for the past few days, her morning sickness seemed to have returned. She constantly felt weak and most times, it seemed as if the earth was spinning before her. Sarah tried to stand up again but felt something like a fog covering her eyes before she fell back on the bed, her head pounding very loudly. She became feverish as her body shivered uncontrollably. Fortunately, Daisy arrived home in no distant time. When she entered the bedroom, she saw Sarah sprawled on the bed, her lips shivering and rushed to her. Daisy palpated her body and discovered that Sarah's body was as hot as a boiled water. "Oh my God! You have a fever,"Daisy didn't know what to do. She quickly picked up her phone to call Mr. Wilson. She scrolled her phone up until she saw the name, "Iceberg knight" While she was thinking of a befitting name to save his number with the other day, Daisy remembered an account name on facebook and knew that it was a perfect name for a man as
Sarah arrived at the office earlier than most of her colleagues. She walked into the females' canteen and found only a few people there. Of course Petra and her friends were always the first set of people to come to work. This was because they always used the extra hours before the given time to gossip. They were tucked away in the corner eating their breakfast and gisting happily when Sarah walked in. To avoid their side talking, Sarah tried to make herself as inconspicuous as she could and quietly walked to a table farthest from the group. Because Sarah didn't want to be late to the meeting, she didn't take her breakfast at home. Since she still had about 21 minutes before the meeting began, she quickly opened her lunchbox to eat first.Immediately Sarah began to eat, she saw the group looking her way and muttering something among themselves then laughing quietly. She didn't pay any attention to them and continued to eat her food. Sarah secretly wished that Lucy was there so she w
"Mr. Wilson might be smittened with that her face and will not look our ways if she attends the meeting. Girls with such faces as Sarah's are vixens and know how to seduce men too," said Petra. "That's right. What do you suggest we do?" Angela asked. "Didn't she feel uncomfortable when she breathed in the smell of my perfume? What happens if it goes directly into her system?" Petra asked, looking at Sarah's food devishly. Angela followed her line of sight and understood what she meant. Petra hurriedly opened her handbag and Angela picked the perfume from the bag and poured a large amount of it into the tomatoe stew in Sarah's lunchbox then stirred it until it blended with the oil before she smiled victoriously and put the perfume back into the handbag. As they were about to go up, Angela thought of something. "Wait. What if she doesn't eat the food again when she enters? Let's lock her up here," she suggested and Petra agreed to it. They quickly lock