Grey pulled to a sudden stop and looked at Richard. “That’s good. That means I won’t be following you to the estate.”
“No, you can follow me over. I mean I only need to pretend to be you,” he protested.
“No, I have a way to check if the driver is also a spy. And don’t worry, I’m positive that my plan will work out,” he assured.
Richard reluctantly nodded. “What do you want me to do now?”
“I’m going to call Charles and let him know of our plans. So, what you are supposed to do is very simple. Just act as if you are Hercules and I will finish the rest,” he explained, not really in the mood to expatiate.
Richard nodded briefly. “That’s fine,” he got down and maneuvered around the car to the driver’s seat.
Grey got down and stepped aside for Richard to enter the car.
“But why don’t we do this the easy way? We could just take everyone and torture them till they spill the milk,” Richard suggested.
“Yes, right but that will mean torturing innocent people. Now, go!” He ordered.
Richard nodded briefly and started the ignition.
The main door of the building was still far away but Grey was certain he could trek it. He would do anything that would clear the estate of spies. Then, he could be thinking of taking charge as the Mafia boss.
He brought out his phone to dial Charles’s number. He didn’t pick up. So, redialed.
He could hear a faint sound of a fast-approaching car. He hung up and tried to listen again.
This time, it sounded so near. It was as if a car was almost near. Was it Charles? Maybe that was why he wasn’t picking up.
Yet, Grey had strange feelings to hide. What if it wasn’t Charles?
So, he walked inside the flower garden. He bent and stared at the street while waiting patiently for whoever might be driving near.
Truthfully, it didn’t take long before a red car suddenly pulled to a sudden stop in front of him. The car was tinted and Grey couldn’t see what was happening inside.
Just then, the door opened and Grey saw the driver get down. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned.
And he was followed closely by the attendant from earlier.
The first thing that came to Grey’s head was the fact that the driver was actually working with the Attendant. Thank goddess he didn’t allow him to drive or Grey might have unrevealed the
hint in front of him.
“You are a bad guy, Philip” the attendant laughed as Philip moved closer to kiss her.
Grey went dumbstruck for a moment. They were lovers?
“You are going to be the end of me, Tiana,” Philip finally kissed her, his hands rubbing her ass slightly.
“No, not here,” Tiana pulled back. “Anyone could be coming. Let’s go there,” she suggested, pointing towards the other side of the flower garden.
“Yes, that’s actually better. We could have some minutes to ourselves. I can’t wait to eat you. out,” Philip laughed.
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