Chapter Eighty-Three

The nurse Andre had met at the hospital was at least thirty years old, and if she was younger than that, then she did not look her age. She definitely looked thirty, and this made Freda somewhat pleased.

It meant that the lady would be open to reason, and this meeting that they had in this very expensive restaurant was not going to take very long. She had done this on purpose—choosing this restaurant for its class and luxury.

Usually, she only ate here with men of high esteem. Men whom she was going to do business with or was already doing business with. Their pockets were large, and they never shied away from the things on the menu. That was why this place was the perfect place to meet this nurse.

Her name was Kelly—what an odd name for a woman—Kelly Austin, and she was a practicing nurse with a meagre income, which was not enough to sustain herself and her daughter. She was a single mother, and Freda smiled. Why were they making her job easier for her? She always welcomed a challe