Zein pov
"And when did Joana leave this place?" I asked with vexation, lacing my voice. "Stop trembling and answer my question!"
"Five days ago," she answered, and I rolled my eyes, whistling, then I slammed my fist in the air.
"How? What happened?" I asked.
"I really don't know. She saw Madam Samantha, and she smashed her phone, and…" she trailed off. "I really can't explain sir,"
"The accident that marred your face was caused by Samantha?" I asked.
The maid shook her head. "No, sir, it was Madam Joanna who had torn my cheeks just because I added pears to her juice," she said.
Fuck!
I paced up and down in the house with my hands stuck at my waist.
I stared hard at the maid and pointed my finger in her direction.
"Youre lying! Joanna would never do this!" I growled then hissed.
