"I actually heard Andrew talking on the phone like that," said Nichole West, who turned very worried for Patricia. "I really don't understand, Nichole. You mean you heard Andrew on the phone saying he was going to kill me and my family?" asked Patricia again for the umpteenth time. It wasn't that Patricia didn't really understand what Nichole meant. But Andrew has been working for his family for a long time. And the word murder that came out of Nichole's mouth was scary enough to hear. "Did you watch The Walking Dead again and have a bad dream?" Patricia asked making sure that what Nichole said was not true. Nichole now shook his head and it was clear that the girl's face had turned angry. How could it not be, Nichole West had been convincing Patricia that what she had just heard was the truth. However, Patricia's response really annoyed her. "I will really tell your parents. They must know about this. I will not allow A

Nichole entered the ballroom where Patricia and Olivia's 17th birthday party was being held. The girl's eyes turned in astonishment as she saw the entire room decorated in black and gold. The girl's cell phone rang. Patricia's name appeared on the screen. “Are you there? Hurry up and meet me,” said Patricia very cheerfully. "I'll be there," said Nichole then immediately hung up the phone. The girl smiled as she walked with a paper bag to the 10th floor where Patricia was. After entering the elevator and waiting for a while, the elevator doors opened again. It was easy enough for Nichole to enter the room which was being guarded quite tightly by the bodyguards. The girl only showed the VIP card which was given specifically to invited guests and after that the girl could enter the room where Patricia was. "Look who's really pretty today," said Nichole cheerfully when she found Patricia standing and looking at h

"Andrew..."   Patricia's call managed to hold Andrew who was already intending to step into the elevator. The young man turned and looked at Patricia who was already beautiful in her ball gown.   "Are you still mad at me?" the girl asked carefully. Andrew looked seriously at Patricia before and now the young man's gaze softened.   "Of course not. I can't be mad at you, Miss," Andrew replied very calmly.   Patricia sighed and looked seriously at Andrew again. "In that case, tell me the reason why you said our matter should just be finished?" she asked now very calmly. Andrew was not at all interested in Patricia's question. Because for him, it was all over.   "I'm sorry, Miss. But, I have to take care of some things in the ballroom at this time," said Andrew. The young man really didn't want to discuss or answer anything at this time.   Patricia looked at the

Patricia glanced around the guests who were in the ballroom after getting on stage. The girl researched one by one the invited guests but couldn't find the figure of Nichole at all. "Did something happen to him?" Patricia asked herself before looking back at the row of guests sitting on chairs. And also the number of journalists who took pictures of his family.  However, again Nichole was nowhere to be seen. After that the girl was already staring at Andrew who was standing not far from the stage. The young man was busy chatting with several invited guests who were currently busy taking sweets to enjoy before the party really started.  What caught the girl's attention was that Andrew's hand really looked fine. There was no blood that Patricia previously thought was blood from a wound or anything. Andrew's hands now looked very clearly healthy. And the girl's feelings suddenly turned bad. Patricia leaned closer to Megan Nelson who was right next to her and w

"So what's your name?" asked Megan Nelson very kindly to the woman sitting in front of her and next to her was a man that Megan had previously asked.   "Christina Gray," the woman said dubiously. The man who was next to him was now already sighing.   "What's the matter, David?" Megan asked curiously because the man had just exhaled.   "Just tell Mrs. Megan what your real name is," David said to his wife. The woman turned her head down as she recalled bad memories every time she mentioned her real name.   "My name is Megan. Megan Anderson. Previously I used my fake name and my husband's surname," the woman said after a while. Megan Nelson now nodded in understanding.   "It must be hard to be honest, right? You have the same name as me," Megan said now.   "People always compare her to you, Mrs. Megan. Your name really is very well known throughout America."