Refined.

Mathews's brows wrinkled when he noticed the tiny droplets of sweat forming on Stacy’s pale skin.

"Why is she sweating? There's so much cold due to the rain but yet she's sweating? Is she sick or something?“ Mathew wondered aloud. He pressed the back of his palm on Stacy’s forehead and suddenly exclaimed in a shocked tone. "Her head is so hot, could she have caught a fever under the rain?”

He didn't expect her to catch a cold cause he and Ray were there watching from the side of the empty street in the estate when one of the Yates's bodyguards threw her out and they only waited for a few minutes to make sure no one was watching before they carried her way.

"Let's sell her off before she dies here. We don't have any reserved money to spend on her treatment. It's best we contact Mr. Smith now so she can be sold and then we get paid,”

"Okay," Mathew nodded, reaching for his small, barely functioning button phone and dialing Mr. Smith's number.

"Good afternoon Mr. Smith! It's