Chapter 83

“He is the grandson of Bowman Hill.”

At the sound of that, there went a silent pause at the table. They were all shocked to hear that. They knew that that could mean Vincent was the richest child in the group. “Wait,” one said, “that can only mean… You’re Dion’s son!”

Gift would not believe it, “I don’t think Bowman’s son has a child. It was never mentioned of him ever getting married and starting a family!”

All that while, Vincent had his eyes at Sphesihle who struggled the torture of some of her classmates, tossing foods and whatever junk they had at her. She was only trying to have her meal as peaceful as she could. She finally got up with her tray to leave the room. As she walked through the tables, one in that crowd, pulled out their leg and tripped her over—letting her tumble onto her food on the floor. Just like that, loud bursts of cheers took over the hall. Poor Sphesih