"I see. Anyway, my bolt driver is here. I should be leaving now so I can meet up with my friend at the other street. Take for the malt. You can keep the change." She said handing the girl a new five hundred naira note as her bolt driver stopped behind the car Chuka had parked. "Thank you aunty. Bye bye." The girl waved as Prisca walked briskly to the car and got in so Chuka wouldn't see her. Immediately she was in the car her lips curved in a smile. She was more than glad to know she had been right. So Eric was rich? Just how rich was he? She wondered feeling happy for Kimberly. She couldn't wait to share the good news with Kimberly. Or maybe she should wait until she found out more? She hadn't even asked if Eric or his friend was married. They probably were not married. No wealthy mar

