Felicity...
My phone rang, and I frowned when I saw Terrence’s name. "There’s another victim, a model who lives in one of Miller’s units in JM Tower; I’ll go there now," he said in a hurry as he hung up on me. "Damn! I need to go; there’s another victim," I said and stood.
"I’ll go with you," he said. "No, I am okay, just call Jonathan. I need to go there now," I said, kissed him on the lips and before he knew, I was rushing to the elevator. "I’ll take the children here," he shouted. "Okay," I replied without looking at him. They trusted the building’s security.
I arrived at unit 404 on the twentieth floor. I glanced around the fabulously expensive apartment and observed. "Her name is Georgianna, half Italian-half American supermodel. She bought this expensive unit seven years ago. Sh
