BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER TWELVE (12)

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE

CHAPTER TWELVE (12)

(A grip from death)

"How many months do I have left doctor?" Mr Dante asked sitting on the cushion directly opposite Mike, Dr Mike just walked in minutes ago, he sat opposite his friend and patient, he felt this deep sense of pain sitting in his heart, he knew what he did. Playing with Amelie's memory was something he never wanted to do, it was against his professional ethics but the forces playing here were men he could never reject their offer.

Dr Mike was off his regular white professional lab coat, he was on a white African Ghana designers wear popularly called "Ankara" , his cloth was a display of many beautiful color combinations showing the beauty of the rich Africa nation of Ghana to the world, on his feet were a black set of designer sandals.

He reached for his phone from the table, and switched off the TV with his Mobile inbuilt remote control. He had a lot to open up to his friend and he guess the good Lord brought him here so he could