“I’m honestly not the typa guy who loves waiting. I’m never a patient man, so if ya could just get on with it, and let’s be off to ya daddy, shall we?”
Lucien’s Bisaya accent clearly supplemented his objective, and he grinned like a mad dog. It is his victory alright; now with the marriage game prize cornered. He recollected the five-hundred-peso bill he handed the diviner at Manukan weeks ago, and it turned out that she was right. The person he was looking for turned out to have been actually in Sindangan. He wasn’t sure if it’s just luck or if the heavens have granted him fortune after the many times he lucked out of cash in life.
Neoma, nonetheless, showed no emotion on her face. She appeared unfazed, and she resolved not to give this intruder the benefit of her fearing for her safety
