Chapter Hundred-Four

CHAPTER HUNDRED-FOUR

*But the nagging voice continued to torment him*

Mr Hughen? Did she just call him that?

Interesting. An amusing smile crossed his lips as he watched her retreating figure. She left in a hurry to get changed. And as he stood there watching her, a complex emotion stirred in his chest. When she had disappeared at the corner that led to the main house, he puffed out a deep breath and turned to return to Mr Jordan at the penthouse garden area where they are presently having a barbecue.

By the time got there he was surprised to see that James, assisted by Abigail had begun packing and arranging the equipment and other materials used for the barbecue set up in the garage.

Mr Jordan was making a call on his phone. His inaudible voice was tuned down as he sensed his presence. He spoke some more and hung up.

"Took you long enough." He snapped, turning to face Drake, hiding hands on his hips.

"I may have eaten something that didn't go well with my system. Maybe th