“Daddy!”
The raucousness of that high-pitched voice of hers could break a scholar's glasses. Literally!
One would expect to be welcomed back home with a warm hug or perhaps a nice, plain greeting from their daughter, but what does Lloyd get instead?
A scream — a f*****g ear-deafening scream from a rat he calls daughter. Maria Williams.
The living room of his penthouse was occupied surprisingly by the dozen maids he hired a few days ago.
From their countenance, any could tell that they were scared — scared of losing their jobs.
“Master Lloyd! Thank the Lord that you're back!” One of the maids gushed, extremely relieved at his presence.
As usual, a stick of cigarette dangled lazily from his darkish lips. A large content of smoke escaped his lips as he strolled towards them.
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