Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 77

HAZEL leaned in, her curiosity instantly piqued.

“Shouting?” she repeated. “Like arguing with someone or just… shouting?”

Amaka shook her head.

“That is the weird part. I didn’t hear another voice. It sounded like he was yelling at someone, but I couldn’t tell who. Or maybe he was on the phone? I don’t know.”

Hazel frowned.

“Was he drunk or something?”

“That was my first thought,” Amaka admitted. “But it didn’t sound like drunken slurring. It was clear. Angry. Like… furious.”

Hazel’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

“What was he saying?”

“I couldn’t catch everything,” Amaka said, frustration creeping into her tone. “My mom kept telling me to mind my business and close the window. But I heard him say something like, ‘I have told you, next week, I will send the money’ And then something about getting on with a job.”

Hazel’s heart gave a small, involuntary jump.

“Money? A job?” she repeated.

“Yeah. It was suspicious.” Amaka hugged herself slightly as if remembering the chill of it. “He even came outside at some point. I peeked through the curtains and saw him pacing near his bushy driveway, running his hands through his hair like a madman.”

Hazel let out a sharp breath.

“Ugh! I would have seen everything.”

Amaka gave her a sideways glance.

“Exactly. And you would have seen what he is like. You always have front-row seats to the drama.”

Hazel hissed under her breath.

“If not for this boarding nonsense.”

Amaka laughed lightly.

“Here we go again.”

“I’m serious!” Hazel insisted. “If I was home, I would have noticed earlier. I could have seen what he looks like, what human would keep his environ so unkempt.”

“You sound like you are investigating him.”

“Maybe I am,” Hazel muttered.

Amaka raised an eyebrow.

“You are too nosy for your own good.”

Hazel ignored that.

“What time was this?”

“Around five-thirty in the evening.”

Hazel groaned.

“I was probably stuck in prep hour, pretending to study while the matron walked around like a prison guard.”

Amaka giggled. “Hazel.”

“I’m telling you, this boarding thing is ruining my life,” Hazel said dramatically. “I miss all the important things.”

“Important?” Amaka echoed, amused. “Since when is a random neighbor screaming outside considered important?”

Hazel shrugged, but there was something sharper in her expression now.

“You said he mentioned money and a job. That doesn't sound random to me.”

Amaka tilted her head.

“You think something is wrong?”

“I don’t know,” Hazel replied honestly. “But I would have liked to see his face while he was yelling.”

“You are unbelievable,” Amaka said, though her voice held admiration. “You miss one day at home and suddenly the world becomes mysterious.”

Hazel sighed again.

“I hate this place.”

“You will survive, my love.”

“Barely.”

They both fell quiet for a moment, the noise of students around them growing louder as teachers began appearing at classroom doors.

Then the sharp ringing of the bell pierced through the courtyard.

“That is our cue,” Amaka said, straightening up.

Hazel groaned. “Already?”

“Unless you want another warning note.”

Hazel rolled her eyes but adjusted her backpack.

“Fine. But you are telling me everything when I come home this weekend.”

Amaka grinned.

“If the weird neighbor explodes again, I will record it.”

Hazel’s eyes lit up slightly.

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