Barren Mother Give Birth To Sextuplets To The Hot CEO novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220
“Please pour the second one too for me,” a male voice sounded behind her and she turned and saw Michael with a glittering face.
“Hey Michael,” she greeted and Michael came to sit before her.
She poured the drink to the second cup and handed it over to him with a sad smile. When Amy was about gulping her drink, he requested, “a toast please?” Amy had a toast with him and they both drank.
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Amy dropped the bottom of the cup on the table heavily that it almost crashed. “Take it easy, Amy,” Michael said. Amy’s boring smile widened and she held the bottle and began to pour the drink into her mouth.
“Hey, you are drinking too much,” Michael tried to collect the bottle from her but Amy refused.
“Did you know what it means to loose everything?” Amy asked Michael as she held onto the bottle like she was holding onto her dear life. She had a sorrowful spirit and was grossly dejected.
“Amy!”
Amy laughed painfully, “who lost their mother, lost their father, lost their true love and even lost their kids? I… I ..Amy,” Amy lamented very sadly and drank even more from the bottle.
Her eyes could barely see but she just need to escape this sad world in some sort of way.
“Amy, we can find a solution to this. Please stop drinking,” Michael forcefully snatched the bottle from her.
Anger could be seeing on Amy’s face, she was now so drunk and then pointed to Michael,” you! How dare you take my kids away from me? Give them back to me now.”
“Amy, you are drunk. Can I drive you home?” Michael asked but Amy couldn’t process any words from what he said.
She laughed and she started seeing images of her kids, like a woman going crazy, she said,” Debby…oh Debby, I missed you. Where are your sisters?” “Hahaha…Queen, Angel, come and hug me,” Amy kept on soliloquizing. Michael stood and decided to take her home, he had invited her to the club so she can have fun with him but he didn’t know that she will get seriously drunk.
He carried her up by placing her weak hand on his shoulder, Amy could barely walk as her legs were now jelly, nonetheless, he was carrying her still. When he eventually got outside, an image appeared before him and demanded,” where are you taking her to?”
“Callan, get out of my way,” Michael warned.
“What! You wicked nincompoop. You don’t have a heart anymore, how can I trust Amy with you?” Callan asked and Amy suddenly vommitted on Callan’s cloth. : “Good for you, now will you get the fuck out of my way?” Michael asked. “You fucking got her drunk. No, I won’t let you take her away,” Callan said. Two men immediately ran to Callan and offered new cloth to him, right there and then, he changed into a new shirt and a new suit since it was only the top cloth that was stained.
“I’m the most powerful man in NorthHill, don’t let me punish you?” Michael warned.
Callan laughed, “you want to kill her the same way your father killed her mother, right?”
“Callan!” Michael called angrily,” you are crossing your boundaries now. Amy is weak and I need to take her home.”
“We both know secretes that no other person knows, yet you pay those silly cops to punish me at the prison. What were you thinking? That I will not reveal the secrete of C50? That I will not reveal all the secretes of your father? And infact, your own secretes,” Callan threatened.
“We will talk about this next time, get out of my way,” Michael said. “No. You fucking leave Amy for me and I’ll take her to her house,” Callan insisted. When Michael saw that they were driving attention towards them, he gave up and handed over Amy to Callan. Callan gestured to his men and two of them ran towards him and helped Amy to the backseat of the car…
“Stay away from Amy, you son of a murderer,” Callan said and went to his car, he told the driver and his escorts to go home then he drove Amy back to her house.
On getting to the house, he firstly went to see if he could open the door to her apartment but it was locked. Amy was already fast asleep.
He then picked up her phone from her pocket and checked her last dial, seeing the words “Joan’ as the last person she called, Callan placed a call across to Joan and Joan answered it.
“Hey Joan, this is Callan, who are you to Amy?” Callan asked.
Joan processed who Callan was quickly and answered, “a friend.” “Did you know she went to the club?”
“Yes, we went together, What’s wrong?” Joan asked. She had got lost in having a conversation with an handsome man that approached her that she hadn’t thought about Amy. “Well, she got drunk and is now before her house, did you have the key to her apartment?” Callan asked. “Oh my! I’ll be there now,” Joan immediately excused herself from the man before her and sped out, she drove Amy’s car as fast she could away from the club and in a jiffy, she pulled over before at Amy’s apartment.