After a long ring, the call was picked up.
Meesha Kyle put her palm on her chest because her heart was jumping.
“Madam. I am Assistant Mike. Is there anything you need?”
When she heard this voice, she sighed in relief.
“Where… where is he?” She asked in her trembling voice.
Assistant Mike looked at the unconscious figure on the bed.
“The president is drunk. He is sleeping. Is there any message you want to give?” He asked.
Meesha Kyle didn’t answer for a while. It was early evening in X city. Myron Gray doesn't sleep drunk at such a time.
“Mike, why is he behind the Park Group?” Meesha Kyle asked.
“Madam, you should know that he never can tolerate your connections with any man. He is possessive.” Assistant Mike replied.
Meesha Kyle smiled sarcastically.
“He is not possessive. H
