By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
‘I bought flowers for Chioma, will she like it?’ Felix
asked after a moment of silence.
‘Definitely.’
‘Could
you help me?’
‘I
would have loved to… but I have classes on Monday. Maybe, Peter could do it? I
don’t know where she lives; I could have deliverd it there. But even if I do
know, I have a pool party to attend tomorrow evening. My course mate invited
me. I can’t just turn her request down. It’s her birthday I should go.’
Felix
let out a sigh, and then he nodded.
Patricia asked the maids to cook Michael’s
favourite dishes to pacify him as to what happened in the morning. While coming
downstairs for dinner, Michael bumped into Edward at the stairs. Michael didn’t
say a word he only nodded to his father in greeting.
‘Michael,
is there something wrong with you? The prince of Moon Corporation dating a poor
cheap woman?’ Edward pointed at Michael and scolded. ‘Do you want to still
maintain your respect? Is your aim to bring ridicule upon our family?’
As
he spoke, Michael’s expression became
frightening cold.
‘Michael,
if you wanted a woman we could compile a
file of all the socialites who live here in Abuja… they all must come from
dignified family backgrounds and must be exceptionally beautiful.’
‘So,
you mean that your son’s life should be compiled into a file?’ asked Michael
coldly after listening to his father.
‘That is
what it should be… you can’t just marry some
girl…’
‘I’m a grown man
now and can make decisions for myself… but if you still insist on gathering all
the beautiful and flawless, rich girls for me to choose, I want to say that you
still have a sweet body. Maybe you could enjoy all of them. Mother wouldn’t
mind?’ With that Michael turned back upstairs, instead of going to the dining
for dinner. He had obviously lost his appetite.
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