SCREW YOU MR. CEO!

Chapter 1

Vanessa's POV.

"Vanessa, take the tray to table no 9," ordered Madam Taylor, the restaurant owner. She was usually short-tempered, irritable, and would charge at anyone for the littlest mistakes, but today she seemed oddly cheerful.

It was the first time I saw her prepare a meal all by herself for anyone, it was always done by Samuel, the chef. I heard from the other waitresses that the guests over there were related to her, and she wanted to leave them extremely satisfied after today.

I wrapped my messy hair into a loose bun, straightened up my collar, and wiped my tired face with my hand. I barely had any sleep last night because I was on a night shift in my second part-time job and had to rush down here as soon as the clock struck 8 Am.

I was about to pick up the tray when she stopped me, "No, no, no. Don't you know anything about hygiene? My son is a picky eater, and he would never taste food from a place where there's no proper hygiene. Wash your hands clean, go." She ordered, sounding pissed off all of a sudden. She looked tensed like had been preparing for this one event for ages.

"Your son?" I asked back.

"Yes," Madam Taylor said with a wide smile, "I get to see him after so many years. He's here today with his friends and I don't want him to ever forget he has a mother again." She said.

"Now go and leave them the tray, everything should be perfect." She said.

I picked up the tray after washing my hands properly and sparing a glance at the chef and at her to get a consenting nod before going to table no 9, not knowing what awaits me.

I walked carefully out of the kitchen until I was in front of the table, a bunch of guys was seated, discussing in the presence of alcohol and cigarettes, not sparing a glance at me.

Madam Taylor never let anyone bring cigarettes to the restaurant, never. Well, maybe her son who she hadn't seen in years was an exception. Now which one was he? I stopped to ask myself for a minute, looking from one face to the other to find any young man with a slight resemblance to her. I didn't find him before hearing a husky voice, "Leave." Said one of the customers at the table no 9.

"Oh... Ok," I managed to say, wanting to turn to leave when one of the guys at the table held my hand in his, he got up to stand in front of me with his towering height. Now that I look at him, he was the most handsome at the table. He has a huge figure, beautiful hazel eyes, a broad nose, straight lips with a neatly shaved face. He was pretty for a guy, and he looked like a prince who'd jumped out from a fairytale book, only that he wore modern-day clothing.

My eyes turned lost in his beautiful eyes as I had to look up to meet him. His touch made me feel like I was melting away, and I didn't realize that he had come so close to me until his lips grazed mine, who was I to reject this celebrity-like guy? Who knew if I'd get this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity ever again?

His lips felt soft on mine and his breath smelt of intoxicating alcohol mixed with bubble gum and somehow, it made butterflies go over my head as I felt a sudden spark between the both of us, just like love at first sight.

"Will you be my girlfriend? He asked with a voice as cool as the beach on a windy day, and it sent some chills down my spine, making me blush uncontrollably. I've never been asked out by a guy, the feeling was tingling.

"... Hmm?" I stuttered.

"I like you," he declares.

"You do?" I asked with a cringed face and sprouted lips, after realizing that it was the first time I saw a man so straightforwardly hitting on me. What would a guy like in me? I never thought of myself as "beautiful".

Just like my brother would say, I should win an award for short people because I couldn't reach the cupboard for anything without stretching or asking for his help. My hair was always messy because I couldn't afford to go to the salon on weekends, they were so expensive, and I spend all my time in the week switching between two greasy uniforms as my jobs wouldn't let me have breaks, my face always looks swollen, especially at morning with all the freckles. Why would any guy want me?

Before I could comprehend more, he removed the golden ring he was wearing on his finger, lifting my hand and fixing it in, the size didn't match my finger, but he left it on.

"Baby, just say yes, I didn't get you a good ring, but I will after tonight." He added.

The others on the table began chanting "Say yes!" loudly and endlessly which had me confused in making a clear decision. I looked at the stranger's face, he had a genuine look and truthful eyes like he had longed for me forever, but we'd never met. Did he mistake me for someone else?

He went down on one knee, he looked so cute, and I was compelled to accept. "Yes," I muttered softly, I think everyone heard that because the next thing was an outburst of laughter across the room that had the eyes of every other guest at Taylor's Kitchen gawking at me.

He suspended both hands in the air as he surrendered to something, getting up from his kneeling position and turning back to his friends at the table.

"See, I told you any girl would fall for my trick. I am a spec and I know what I am." He boasted with a smirk on his face. "All girls are gold diggers, including my mother." He concluded.

What? He just tricked me??? It got me furious, the thought of me turning into a laughingstock for everyone present here. I picked one glass filled with water, tapped on his shoulder that had him turn back to me. I splattered it on his face and shirt.

"Jerk!!!"

Before he could utter a word, my hand ran across his face, landing him a loud slap.

"Shit," he exclaimed, holding his cheek that must have gotten red from my slap.

"You slapped me?" He asked in realization.

I stood there, my anger still simmering beneath the surface. "Yes, I did," I replied, my voice laced with frustration. "You deserved it."

He stared at me, a mix of surprise and hurt in his eyes, probably still no believing that I hit him.

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest, waiting for his response while fully prepared.

My anger warred with a flicker of curiosity, he hasn't said anything still,

"Did I give you the right to mess with me?!" I asked back. I was highly ashamed for being used as entertainment for everyone. I always loved staying away from the spotlight as my mother said it would only bring me trouble.

"You bitch..." He uttered to land him another slap from me.

"You're a perverted jerk who doesn't know how to act toward women in public, we do not need people like you here to disrupt the peace here, you and your friends should leave before I decided to call security on you," I ranted. Forgetting that Madam Taylor's son should be one of the six guys at the table. Knowing how posh Madam Taylor was, her son would never be this petty right? He must be sophisticated and classy.

"Get up everyone, leave this place and never come back." I ordered everyone of them at the table, trying to shoo them out of the shop before they cause me trouble.

The jerk seized my hand quickly, twisting it behind my back which had me scream out loud. He was going to dislocate my arms if he didn't stop. His lips moved close to my ear with his hitching breath, "You know, you're going to pay for hitting me with this filthy hand of yours, no? No woman would dare to do what you did just now, how about I break your little fingers pompom, or you settle me?" He asked.

"Get the fuck off me!" I screamed, and it caused Madam Taylor and the head chef to come outside due to the commotion.

"What is going on here?!" She roared. Seeing her here made me gain some sort of confidence, I began to explain myself first.

"Thank God you're here," I exclaimed, removing my hand from his the moment he lost focus.

"This foolish pervert was trying to create a scene here, perhaps for some YouTube subscribers by pranking me, I made sure to teach him a lesson with a hard slap-"

Slap! My ears rang the moment her long fingers landed on my face, "What are you doing with my son Vanessa?!" Wait, son? I stood perplexed for a minute with the sounds still ringing in my ear, wait, son! I asked myself again, but before I could reason clearly, she gave me something hotter this time by throwing hot coffee on my face.

"How dare you insult my son you wretch?!" Her voice had turned hoarse, and she was boiling in anger.

"Taylor, is this why you invited me here? To disgrace me?" The jerk asked her directly.

Madam Taylor looked sad, tears almost dropping from her eyes as she tried to explain herself. He pushed down everything thing from the table with clattering sounds, roaring frustratingly like he was about to transform into something else in the next moment. He was a psycho.

He turned to me and I almost flinched from the spot because of the dark expression on his face, "Don't let me set eyes on you ever again, I swear the next time I do, you'd be roasted for real."

"I guess my father was right, I never needed to see you, TAYLOR. I should be fine without you."

He turned to his friends at the table, "Let's go." He ordered, they all got up and left. I watch them leave before realizing I was roasted for real. I got pulled by my ear down to the kitchen.

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Chapter 2

Vanessa's POV.

It had been an hour since they left and I continued to face queries.

I winced in pain as Madam Taylor dragged me by my ear into the kitchen. The hot coffee still stung my face, but the pain in my ear was even worse. I tried to pull away, but her grip was too strong.

"Madam Taylor, please, let go," I pleaded, tears streaming down my face. "I didn't mean to insult your son, I thought he was just some jerk trying to prank me."

She finally released my ear, but her eyes were filled with anger and disappointment. "You thought my own son was a jerk? How dare you? He is the most important person in my life, and you had the audacity to slap him!" I turned mute, and maybe I began to regret my decision for slapping him.

"What is wrong with you?! I told you my son was at the table and you purposely targeted him, now he would never want to visit me." She cried, hitting me again, not caring if her palm landed on my nose or eyes. I was unsure if I would get to sleep well tonight because my face was swollen from receiving tremendous amounts of slaps from her in the last hour.

"You're a clumsy fool!" She yelled. I stood frozen on the spot and continued to let her rain insults and beatings on me. I tried to explain myself a lot of times but she didn't listen. I consoled myself with the fact that I would apologize to her once her mind settles, as far as I don't get to lose my job...

"You're fired," she said and it came at a shock to me, I'd never expect something like this. I felt sweat trickled from my face. "Take your filthy things, and don't bother to resume tomorrow."

"Madam," I fell on my knees, "Please forgive me, it was my fault, I wouldn't make the same mistake again."

"There's no need to test if you would do it again, Get out of here!" She roared.

"Forgive me, where does he live? I will go there personally to apologize to him. I'm sorry." I begged but she didn't listen.

I cannot lose this job, I just can't. I know how much it took me to get a spot here. This was the most decent job for someone like myself with only a high school diploma.

My brother is unable to get a decent job because of his criminal record, my mother doesn't have the energy to look for a job, and cleaning the nightclub at night couldn't earn me half the wages I got as a waitress here.

"Samuel!" She called and the chef came running, not wanting to get on her bad side too, "Take the miserable girl out of my sight. You want to beg for mercy when you couldn't behave yourself for a short while. Don't let me find you around this vicinity for any reason." She warned, stomping out of the kitchen.

It wasn't my fault truly, how would I know that Jerk was her son? He was the one without character.

Samuel squats to my level, patting my shoulder, "I'm sorry Vanessa, you should leave now before she comes back and meet you here, don't anger her more than she already is. You know how she can be," He said.

He helped me up, leading me to the entrance door. I held his hand firmly while we were outside, "Samuel, you're my friend, please ask her to forgive me, pls-"

"I will, you- just go for now," he interrupted. He went back inside quickly, bringing out my tote bag and handing it to me, "I'm sorry," he apologized before leaving me all alone.

Seeing the chef wasn't there anymore, my other co-workers also left for their respective duties.

I sighed hard before turning in the opposite direction of the road. I strolled on foot, the afternoon sun was burning in full blast like a million furnace and it felt like the heat was pouring on my head, I dipped my hand in my bag, bringing out my handkerchief and wiping my face with it. I must have been so stupid to overreact, what will I tell my mother? I lost the best job I've had ever since I graduated from high school and it was all my fault.

I saw a stone in front of me and kicked it away, it didn't go far, just settled two to three steps away from my feet. I walked up to the stone, this time kicking it harder than the first and it hurt my toenail and it made me more frustrated, "shit! I lost my job, what do I do?" I complained when I noticed this golden shiny, pretty polished ring still on my finger.

This stupid ring was one of the causes of my trouble today, I'd have to get rid of it.

I forced the ring out of my finger, throwing it as far away as I could and not caring where it landed.

I couldn't go back home like, what will I tell them? Victor is still struggling to get a job and the whole family depended on the little I earned. I was about to cross the road when I heard a faint call on my name, Vanessa. I looked to see who it was, it was Samuel, he looked like he had been chasing after me for a while, "Shit, Vanessa, did you lose your hearing? I was calling you for so long." He said, panting hard.

"Sorry, I was just so lost in thought-"

"Take this." He brought out an envelope from his pocket.

"Your paycheck for this month, Madam Taylor was serious when she said you shouldn't bother coming back." He said with a pitiful face.

"I'm sorry once again," he turned and left. I was curious to know how much I got, even though I lost my job, I was lucky to get the something at least, and it isn't even month's end. I opened the envelope, about to bring the cash out when someone snatched the envelope from me in a swift. I couldn't see the face clearly, just the outfit he wore, I began chasing after him

"Thief! Thief!" I yelled for attention while running after the shabby-looking boy across the street.

Everyone who looked at me must have probably thought I was a crazy woman who was finally running wild because no one moved to help me. I continued to chase after him all by myself and he was damn fast, jumping on two steps at a time when I met with a car that almost ran over me. I stopped in the middle of the road, shutting my eyes and ears with fear that I was going to die in an accident. The car narrowly stopped. The driver cursed loudly, "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Are you blind?"

"If you want to die, you should go stand in front of a truck, I can't kill a worthless person." He said. My eyes were still shut in shock and yet he continued to curse at me Instead of apologizing for almost running over me.

The car tires screeched in the rainwater which had come to settle on one part of the road as he revised splashing the dirty water on me before driving off.

I couldn't take this, first, he didn't apologize and now he poured water on me, I picked the widest stone I could find on the ground, throwing it with so much energy at the yellow fancy-looking car. Surprisingly, it landed on the back window, breaking almost half of it with a clattering sound.

What the fuck did I do??? I was about to run away when the car revised at full speed this time, almost running me over for real. The driver pulled out of the car, capturing my hand before I could run away.

I hid my face as he held my hand, if I could manage to run away from here without him marking my face, he'd never know who did it and I won't have to pay for the damage as I had no money anyway,

"Don't hide your face from me." He said. The voice sounded so familiar that I had to take a peek at his face, I lifted my head to the unexpected, "You?!" We both said almost at the same time. He was the same Jerk who made me lose my job at Taylor's kitchen.

"It's you again? When did I become so unlucky?!" He complained. He wasn't the only unlucky one, I was also unlucky by meeting him for the second time.

"Get away from me," I struggled but he didn't let me go.

"Where do you think you're going? Want to run away? Not without settlement. You broke my car bitch!" I looked around to catch no sight of thief who ran away with my money, I had lost him.

"It was your fault for not caring if a human was close by when you splashed the water, after almost running me over with your car."

"That's because you deserve it for coming in front of my car," so he did that intentionally?

"Do you know how much my car is worth? You're paying to get the glass fixed!"

"No, I will not give you a dime!" I raised my other hand to hit him in his face since he wouldn't free my right hand. Just like he knew my next move, he caught my hand in mid-air. "You're so stupid that the only thing you know how to do is hit people with these small fingers of yours. I'll make sure you never use them again."

He pinned my fingers in his, twisting both my hands behind my back without mercy. I stomped on my feet countlessly if he would stop but no, he planned on popping out my arms. He pushed me over to the front of his car, making me lie on my chest with my hands still behind my back, "Stop, you're hurting me!!!" I yelled so loud that it drew a lot of attention, people came over this time. Before anyone could ask anything, he shunned them, "Go back to your Fuckin' business everyone, nothing concerns you here."

"You're hurting the lady," one woman said.

"She's my girl, do you have a problem with it? Now run off, don't be nosey." He said in an intimating tone.

Some of the people murmured within themselves before leaving.

He continued to twirl my wrist, leaning close to me to say, "I promised to roast you the next time I meet you, I'm already in a very bad mood, don't waste my time and just tell me if you want to pay or if I should separate your limbs."

"Please stop..." I managed to voice out amidst the pain.

"What? Speak clearly. I can't hear you." He said

This man was trouble and I had to swallow my pride if I wanted to get rid of him. I was supposed to apologize to him and beg him to not let our feud affect his relationship with Madam Taylor if I wanted my job back.

"I said please, forgive me. I'm sorry for getting in your way." I managed to utter.

He let go of my hand after I apologized. I massaged my arms to relieve the pain.

"Saying sorry will not get you out of this, you have to pay for the damage." He looked around for something, not finding it he spoke, Where is my ring?"

"Ring..." My mind flashed back to the time I threw it away in fury.

"Did you sell it?" He asked. I had no answer to give.

"Fuck, do you know how much that ring is worth???!"

"I-I did not sell it," I stuttered.

"Don't lie to me, I don't find it with you. You cheap slate, you sold my ring?"

"I said I did not sell it!" I yelled, but he didn't listen. He stretched out his hand to me, "Pay me now. You owe me my ring, my glass window, and for humiliating me by laying hands on me in presence of all those people. It will cost you $50,000..."

"What the!" I sneered at him.

Chapter 3

Vanessa's POV:

"That's ridiculous! I don't have that kind of money!"

"Well, then I guess you'll have to find a way to get it, won't you?" he smirked.

I felt a surge of anger rise within me. This guy was impossible. Not only did he get me fired from my job, but now he was demanding an outrageous amount of money from me. I couldn't let him get away with this.

"I'm not paying you a dime," I said defiantly. "You can take your demands and shove them up your ass."

He looked taken aback for a moment, clearly not expecting such a response. But then his expression hardened and he grabbed my arm again, this time with even more force and I struggled to break free.

"You bitch, I said you're paying, and you will. I will make you."

"I already to you I won't give you a dime, quite stressing, I lost my pay check because of you." I accused him.

"You're giving me the $50,000 and I want it settled from now till the next two months, everything."

Andre POV:

"$50,000!!! I can't even earn that much in ten years!" She paused for a moment, squinting her eyebrows, "Your car and ring cannot cost this much!" She yelled at me, stomping her foot frustratingly like a spoilt child, she is such a stupid girl.

My yellow Ferrari costs at least $400,000 and the maintenance was more, I have no idea how she aimed the glass so well.

"Do you know how much my car is worth?"

"This scrap car is no more than $10,000 and I wouldn't give you a dime, I never asked you to be blind."

"My ring costed more than that, ugly. And yes, you're paying for the windscreen and my ring, get ready for a lawsuit, mad woman."

"You cannot threaten me, I lost my job because of you and your bad luck made me lose my paycheck, all in one day, Why did you propose to me in the first place? Did like look a chew toy to you? What do you see me as?"

"You're a cheap bitch who thought she was going to get rich overnight after getting a false proposal from a billionaire."

"What do you take yourself for, c'mon, you're not that beautiful that I should fall in love with you at first sight, to be honest, there's nothing that attracts me to you. Did you look in the mirror before coming out this morning? Poor people will always be stupid." Noticing how calculative she was becoming, I held her hand firmly so she wouldn't try to escape, not without paying for the damage.

"You're not leaving here unless you settle your debt. You'll pay for my car's windscreen and then my ring which you sold, I don't believe you threw it away you shrewd woman."

"Kill me then, I have nothing to give you." She was right, she was worthless but I wouldn't let her off so easily, I looked for the smallest thing I could take from her, her bag. Perhaps there must be something that she values in there.

I forced her bag from her, pouring everything inside on the floor, scattering through them until I found her already bashed phone. It was the only useful thing here, the rest were a bunch of junk.

"Give me back my phone!" She yelled.

"No. You owe me a fortune."

She held my collar, squeezing my beige Dolce and Gabbana long-sleeve shirt. She had ruined the first one with water, I wouldn't let her do the same to this one, I peeled her fingers off my shirt, pushing her away. "Don't freakin' touch me."

I went inside my car, brought out my business card, and pushed it into her fingers, "When you're levelheaded, come to me, and then we'll talk." With that, I entered my car and drove off annoyingly.

On the way home, Ethan, my closest friend who was with me at the restaurant called my phone, at first I didn't want to pick up since I was still furious and after some hesitation, I decided to answer the phone.

"What's up bro," he said to receive no reply from me.

"I think I left something at the back of your car, where are you, I want to collect it or my girlfriend will strangle me."

"You don't want to know what happened to me today, Ethan. We'll talk later, I'm hanging up first." I said and hung up quickly. He called again and I did not bother to pick up. He didn't look like he was going to give up because he kept on calling knowing how pissed off I would be after receiving many missed calls.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I told you I left my stuff in your car. What happened to you?"

"That shrewd girl. She damaged my car!"

"What girl?" He asked.

I quickly sent him pictures of the car which I had taken earlier on to send to the insurance company, and then asked him to check his SMS. After seeing the damage she caused me, he didn't waste time calling back.

"What the??? Who did this?"

"It was that bitch from earlier, from Taylor's kitchen, she broke the glass with a stone."

"She must be fierce to go after you with a stone. I told you to not take the bet earlier on, didn't I? Who's going to pay for the damage? She doesn't look like she has that much to pay, we're talking about your Ferrari here, that car you wouldn't even let me use."

"I lost taste in it now. I know she can't afford that much to pay for the damage. I will make her life miserable so she knows not to cross me, EVER!" I sighed deeply, "I'm going home, we'll talk later." That was all I said before ending the call.

I hit on the horn continuously until the security guard opened the gate. Seeing the state my car was in, he must have been shocked, his mouth was opened in awe as I drove past him at speed. I dropped the car in front of the entrance to the mansion, signaling the driver to take it to the garage before going inside.

The first person to greet me was my assistant, Stanley, "Welcome back sir, did the lunch go well with the madam?"

I stopped in my movement, turning to him, "How can you ask me that question when you see what state I'm in? How does my shirt look?"

He didn't say anything, just gulped downloads of saliva. That wretch squeezed and ruffled my collar because of her worthless, cheap phone. No one has ever treated me the way she did today, no one. She would pay dearly for it. I remembered her phone was still in my car, "Stanley, go to my car, bring the phone in the pigeonhole box to me." I ordered and he left.

I went up to my room, straight to the huge mirror hanging on the wall. I looked like a mess after quarreling with a woman. My face had faint traces of fingerprints. After dealing with that female monster, I would never be in the same as paupers ever again.

Someone opened the door, it was my younger sister, Louisa.

"Where have you been?" Louisa asked.

"I went out,"

"Did you go to meet Taylor?" She asked.

"I did,"

"So, what happened to your car? You look like you got into an accident. I told you that woman was bad luck, a woman who would abandon her children just because of her selfishness doesn't mean anything good for us, right?"

"You are right, Louisa, I got humiliated today, got slapped twice, then my car and I also lost my ring. So much drama has happened all in one day making me feel as if I was cursed. Maybe, I should go to church this weekend." I sighed.

"Who bashed your car? Didn't you cut off their hands? It's your favorite car, Brother." She said.

"A female thug, someone who has more bad luck than Taylor. I plan to deal with her."

"Did she know how much your car cost before doing that? She must be very dumb then."

"She's about to find out," I said, my eyes dimmed, staring at nowhere in particular while my thoughts ran to possible methods I will use to punish that dumb girl.

"Andre, Father wants to see you. He asked me to call you,"

"Ok. I will see him after taking a shower."

"Make sure to scrub properly, you stink, did you say she laid her hands on you?" She held her nose with the tip of her fingers, "That's where the smell is coming from."

"Fuck off."

"I don't plan on staying longer, not with that smell." She said, sticking her tongue out and then walked out of the room quickly before I could get a hold of her.

After taking time to scrub myself clean and then applying ointment on my cheek, I went ahead to meet my father.

"Dad," I called the moment I entered his study.

"Welcome back home son, how did it go?" He inquired.

"I regret going to meet her, I should have just stuck to your words. We don't need that woman in our lives, I and Louisa are have grown well under your wings. She must be so lonely that she had to remember about her children."

"Now, you would always listen to your father." He chuckled. He reached out his hands to the desk, picked up some documents, and handed them to me. "Take a look." He said.

The first document was land deeds, did he buy a new property?

"I did," he replied just like he had read my mind. "I heard from the realtor that the land was in a good spot and it would be in high demand in the next few years, so why not get a huge chunk from it?" As I scrolled the pages of the documents, he continued, "Five acres for you as my first and only son, and then two for Louisa. She is a woman and will leave soon to her husband."

"What about Mother and Leila?"

"I plan to get them separate properties even though I don't think they need it for now, I have you to take care the both of them for me." He chuckled.

"It's been 20 years, you should get used to your stepmother. She may not be your real mother but she loves you and Louisa just as she loves your little sister, Leila. One day, you'd be the one to take over all the responsibilities as the man of the home and then you'll have to care for your family in my absence." He said.

"That's for that, look at the rest documents." He urged me. I read each one turn after turn. Some of them needed mg signature on them and then there was the last. The former minister of youth and affairs was inviting me to an opening ceremony for his new five-star hotel. My face cringed at the thought of why he addressed his letter to me personally even though he had been my father's acquaintance for years.

"Dad, did the former minister send separate invitations to the rest of you?" I asked. He smiled back, "You're a smart boy you know. You caught unto it quickly. Minister Gregory wants our family to have a better relationship other than friendship." Just as he was about to continue, his wife came in, accompanied by one of the servants carrying multiple shopping bags, I assumed she went shopping, that was the only thing she spent all the money Father gave her on.

She walked to where her husband was seated and kissed him on the side, "Honey, I'm back from shopping, you would love what I got today." She said.

"Elizabeth, we can look at those later, right now, we're talking about something important."

"Oh, you're talking to him about Mr. Gregory's offer?"

She asked her husband. By merely seeing her face I got pissed off. Anytime I spared her a glance, I try to make sure she doesn't forget how much dislike I had for her, and I knew she never liked me one bit. Ever since I was little, she would always complain that I was the hardest to tame like I and my sister were dogs.

"Honey, you know he has no choice. Even if they want him to get married to their daughter today without them having a formal meeting, we will make that happen. Andre has to do it for the family's benefit." She added.

"If you want a strong relationship with those people, you can marry Louisa off, or better still, marry your high schooler off. Last time I remembered, the minister had a son of my age who is still unmarried."

"Don't say that, that family is all we need to access a higher level of not only businessmen but political bodies. Do you know how the former minister earned so many contracts awarded to him? It's because of his connections in politics. We also need that to keep our business on top. There's so much competition these days." My father clicked his tongue.

"We need to own the upper hand, which is why we have a son." My stepmother added.