Chapter One Hundred And Thirty One

Third person point of view:

Dennis got to the woman's hideout.

There are more than enough security guards surrounding the whole building. The building was a hideout. It is very difficult for anyone to know this location.

"Who do you seek? What are you doing here?" One of them says.

Dennis is afraid. He knew he wasn't ready for this and he will never be ready but he knew he must do this. It is a must as it is his duty as the second in command.

"I seek for Fatimah." He said with confidence but deep down, he is shaking.

"To have a business with her. Is that against the rules of this place?" He asked the man with a Stern face and the man ordered his men to lower their guns.

"Your identity?" He asked him.

Dennis gave him his card and checked it.

"Wait here and let me inform her." The man said as he took his identity card along with him.

He sighed, literally cursing Roman but he knows he can't curse him. This is his duty.

"He must be making love to his wife while I am here " he muttered to