Sabotage

CHAPTER 163

BIANCA’S POV

In not less than twenty minutes, I finished baking the chocolate soufflé. Richard had finished dressing and was seated at the dining table with Heather.

As I served him, I noticed he didn’t have that gleam in his eyes like the first time I prepared this chocolate soufflé. I tried not to worry. He will once he taste it. I prepared the meal with extra care and caution. He’ll like it.

Heather was either glaring daggers at me or pulling a face to mock me when Richard wasn’t looking in her direction. What a bitch! I still can’t believe I didn’t see what a snake she was before all these happened. Richard was dining with the devil herself and he didn’t even know.

I knew if I had to expose her to him and prove she wasn’t what she said I had to do a lot more than just say it out with my mouth. I had to think outside the box. If I continued pointing fingers at her without any evidence and with everything that has happened then I was digging my grave. Richard might leav