Richard's phone rang. He looked at the screen and discovered that it was Mrs. Harriet. He initially didn't want to pick the call but because Sarah was lying next to him and had seen the caller and was curiously staring at him, he finally picked the call when the caller was about to end it.        "Go straight to the point," his voice was very cold.         "You dweeb, is that how to talk to your mother? Do you even care if I die of a heart attack!" Mrs. Harriet yelled out. He was just so inconsiderate!         "If you're not healthy, I can call the family doctor," Richa

  The hair stylist came to Richard's villa at exactly 6pm. It was the same lady that made her hair the last time for the home coming party. Sarah looked at the woman in shock. How did nanny Vera manage to convince her to come to the villa and do her hair? She was a professional stylist and as such, Sarah was sure that it would be difficult to get her to do home service.         "Good evening, Mrs. Wilson," Maryam greeted. Sarah was surprised. Mrs. Wilson? How did she know that she was married to Richard? She didn't address her by this name the first time that she styled her hair. Sarah looked at nanny Vera curiously and wondered if she told her this. Maryam underst

  It was a fun-parked dinner party. Richard and the president were discussing something very important so Sarah didn't want to sit beside him and listen to their conversations. She sat on a seat very far from them and watched the happy couples that were dancing and smiling as they held their partners. Sarah stared at them admiringly. She genuinely liked what she was seeing. She was smiling broadly at them when Kimara walked to her with four other ladies. They all looked gorgeously dressed.  At a glance, one could tell the families that these girls came from. They looked very wealthy and seemed of equal status. The rich could always spot one another and would try to maintain a cordial relationship among

          "Mrs. Wilson is so smart. This is very impressive!" Mr. President said, smiling broadly.          "You were indeed a good detective. You must have learnt a lot from your husband too," he complimented. Others joined in showering Sarah with praises.  Richard smiled wryly.If she had learnt anything at all from him, she wouldn't have spent so much energy trying to defeat her rival. He thought to himself.  What Sarah did just now proved to all and Sundry that she was very special and fit to be by the side of Mr. Wilson. It was even more convincing knowing that Mr. Wi

  Sarah left the villa around 12:13pm with Elliot and three bodyguards. Sarah didn't want to bother Kelly so she didn't call him to pick her up. Elliot drove her instead. She reasoned that Kelly might be very busy in the office.  When they arrived at the company, Sarah decided to use the public elevator instead. The first time that she came here, she had come in fury and didn't have any time to waste, so she took the private elevator with Elliot. Today, she wanted to look around so she decided to take the public elevator.  When Sarah entered the reception, she looked around and discovered that the interior decoration of the large room was very rich and aesthetically pleasing. There were different flower pots at the corners of the room. The floor was covered in glistening tiles and the couch in this