KALTON'S POV
It was supposed to be a simple task: pay for the Bibian's wedding venue, get a receipt, and leave. But life, as usual, was fucking
The venue manager approached me with a nervous look. "Mr. Blackwood, there's been a misunderstanding."
"What kind of misunderstanding?" I frowned
He explained that some men had come earlier, claiming to be collecting on my behalf. They'd taken the money and left
Fury bubbled up inside me. "Manager," I growled, "you better pray I can sort this out, or you'll be hearing from my lawyers."
I stormed out. I knew the men who took the money. They were people I owed. But why had the manager been so foolish to hand over such a large amount of money to strangers before first confirming it with me. How was I supposed to raise that kind of money again on
