Chapter 93

Estella’s POV

"You may have your seat." He gestures to the seat opposite him. I quietly sit with my handbag before me.

"Thanks!"

For a minute, the air gets crowned with an awkward silence. At last, he raises his head up and assesses me with guilty eyes. I sense through his glare that he's bothered about what happened three years ago. I can tell that his conscience pricks him at this moment. That's not what I'm here for, tell me the next move.

"Hmmm," he gives a deep sigh. "Thanks for honoring my appointment, I thought you would never come back if I appointed you upon realizing that it's me who is the employer."

"I know where you're going to, but that's not where we should drive to today. I need money, that's why I'm here." I point out to him the main thing that's driving me to come work here, so he wouldn't think I came here for him or to please him.

"So how have you been, for the past eight years?" A nervous expression forms on his face, I smile to myself, shaking my head in di