By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
After a shower, the following day, Michael stepped out of his luxurious bathroom with only a white bath towel around his waist, and as soon as he headed for his walk-in-wardrobe, his phone began to ring. Micheal didn’t bother with the ringing phone as he walked into his walk-in-wardrobe and began to dress. Finally, he put on his grey checkered suit jacket and stepped out of the wardrobe, then he went to his bedroom, picked up the phone that had kept on ringing. The call had come from Audrey. She called to report that Julia was stirring up trouble for Andrew and Chisom. On her personal social media page, she posted up a bold picture of Andrew and Chisom, waking intimately on the street with an insulting caption.
‘I’m just afraid with the viral photo, Andrew and Chisom might be forced to a corner by netizens.’
Michael left his room and walked downstairs, bumping into Patricia who handed him a glass of milk and nodded her head with a smile as she went up to her room. She was about bringing the glass of milk to Michael’s room.
‘Don’t mind the discussion online. The person wanted to stir up trouble but didn’t know that she’s helping the lovebirds somehow.’ His voice was stable without a trace of worry. ‘Let your enemies be making mistake,’ he muttered. ‘If she continues with her foolish nonsense, then I will personally throw her out of the city. If you know her, better tell her my warning.’ After speaking, Michael hung up, took a sip of his milk and handed the glass to a servant standing by. He walked over to the living room, picked up his laptop and left for work.
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