89. Face To Face.

"Is Mr George not here?" he asked politely and she responded by saying, "Oh, he's coming."

"Well, no worries. Let me escort you to the party, my lady," he, like a gentleman... like a small gentleman asked her to keep her hand at his arms and walk like a couple.

But she was so tall she just put her hand at his arms and they started walking and walked a few steps when Billina was about to fell but managed her steps.

She withdrew her hands and spoke, "It's alright, Senor. Thank you."

"Okay..." he grew a smirk on his evil face.

"What do you mean you can't sort it on your own? "Ashton was sitting in the car and talking on his phone, his face filled in scorn.

"You don't say it. Handle the matter. It's not that hard... What?" with that he declined the line and asked the driver to stop the car.

He took a deep breath with his eyes closed and dialled a number on his phone.

"Hello? I need the jet ready..." he then cut the line and dialled another