Chapter Thirty-nine
Will wish Hayley was here: standing listening to the idle prattle of rapacious ladies he wanted her there; she’ll ward off the attack on him and cool his expectant heart. He wasn’t expecting to find her in this gathering but he was still looking not knowing what he’ll find. There was no way she could come he knew that but was still hoping beyond hoping. The leader of the group was Dami Ojerinde, her father as a rich and influential business man, she was pretty but a little buck toothed and doesn’t know when to stop. Will gave a hollow laughter to what she had just said and politely excused himself. He spotted Hamid Spark standing next to a column a flute in his hand, he looked incredible cute in his white and black tux but grave beneath. ‘Don’t tell me because your friend is now hooked
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