Chapter Forty-two

“So Bernard.” Magdalena cooed, leaning forward in her chair. 

“Yes Magdalena?” Bernard asked, raising a brow at the young woman. 

“How many times have I told you to call me Maggie?” She pouted. 

“What do you need, Maggie?” Bernard asked. 

“Well, daddy asked me to meet with you. I’m assuming that you’re not happy if I’m having to call a meeting with you instead of the other way around.” She chuckled. 

“Yes. To say that I’m not happy with your father’s merry little band is an understatement.” He sighed. 

“So then why didn’t you just kill him