The take.

CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN

MR WILLIAMS GRANDE

When I got home, Popo was already waiting in my living room.

"I was at the hospital when you called," I informed him after we exchanged pleasantries.

"How is he doing?" Popo asked me.

He had a stick of cigarettes in his hand, which he sipped from.

"He's out of danger but still unconscious. "

Popo nodded and turned to my guards who were with me. I waved at one of them, and he walked away. While I went to sit next to Popo, leaving the other one still standing there.

"Keep an eye on my son," I informed the guard, and he bowed with a nod. "Not only my son, keep an eye on Sally, too."

Again, he nodded.

I turned to Popo, who was lighting another stick of cigarettes after he emptied the first stick.

"The truck driver," I asked him. "What plans have you made for him?"

Popo sat out of his seat.

"I made arrangements for him and his family to leave the country in your secret jet. I also seized the truck in your name while I pretended to be hunting