Britney is Dealt with!

Ria.

Earlier that day.

She marched up to the door of the townhouse, Philippe beside her and a few of the men around them. The door opened slowly and a hatchet-faced woman stood there, an unpleasant expression on her hard face. Ria looked at Philippe in astonishment.

Who was this? was her wordless question.

He nodded slightly , an “I will handle this” kind of look on his scarred, handsome face and he stepped forward.

The woman seemed to recognise him, her pupils dilating in fear.

Ria stepped forward and Philippe pushed the door open, despite the woman trying to resist him. “Who is that?’ Ria hissed as they moved down the corridor.

‘Britney brought her here,’ Philippe replied tersely.

The woman gave pursuit, trying to stop them. She reached forward and clawed at Ria’s arm, her nails like talons.

’You cannot go in there. THIS is a private house,’ she huffed.

Ria had had enough. She shoved the woman so roughly, the old woman almost fell down.

’Look, this is MY Pappa’s house.’ she snapped