Plan.

"Fine then. I will tell my spy to do further investigation on what happened that night," Doctor Miles said and Bruce nodded.

"Cool. I need to go now, that bitch told me to make dessert for her. it's not up to twenty-four hours and she's already making such demands. It irks me and only makes me regret ever accepting Pookie's request to help her out. But_" Bruce sighed. "Her brother does need help and that's what I will do. I won't let a bad fruit in the basket spoil the rest of the fruits,"

"That's good and thoughtful of you. You should go and attend to your second wife. or should I call her your_Mistress?" Doctor Miles teased with a chuckle following up.

"She's none of that! I have only one wife and that is Stacy, you hear me?!" Bruce questioned in a thundering tone in the car, his stormy eyes howling like a hurricane.

Doctor Miles moved the phone away from his ear. "Okay okay, I heard you. You don't have to burst my eardrums, do you?" Doctor Miles rolled his eyes.

"Goo