Chapter 22: Chapter 22



Annabelle's POV

Where the fuck was he?

I was being too impatient and I knew it. But it wasn't my fault. I couldn't help but feel excited. I had an assignment to complete. An assignment I was confident I was going to execute perfectly. My things stood packed and ready for my trip to Lagos, but the only thing that was still keeping me in Abuja was my father's damned driver.

He was supposed to be here hours ago. So why the hell wasn't he? It was things like this that got me so mad with my dad. I loved him, but I couldn't stand his penchant for mischief. Picking up my phone, I dialled his number again. It rang its course and went dead.

Hell!

If my father wasn't picking my calls, it usually meant he was up to no good.

I sighed as I dropped the phone on the bed and sank on it. What on god's earth was my dad up to now? I had a sneaky suspicion that I wasn't gonna like it.

Stop being negative Annabelle, maybe the driver was just delayed.

Yeah right! I didn't believe that train of thought for a second.

Pushing myself up from the plush bed, I made my way to the mini-fridge to get myself a drink. As I bent down to pick up a glass, there came a rap from the door. I slowly straightened.

"Who is there?"

"It's sam, Miss."

Finally, my dad's driver was here. I pushed the bottle of wine I was about to pick up back into the fridge, slammed it shut, and took quick steps to the door.

The moment I opened it I gestured for him to come in with my hands, but when he didn't comply, I asked, "Are you going to come in or not?"

"There would be no need for that ma," he finally spoke, handing me a piece of paper. "Your father asked me to give this letter to you."

I took the letter he was offering and read it aloud.

Dear Annabelle,

You have been assigned to stay in Abuja and take control of the firm's branch there. Take this as an official letter and comply immediately. Sam is to take you to your new resident and drive you till you get a car of your liking.

Ps: Just know it's for your own good love.

From dad

The fuck!

"What the hell is this?" I fired at Sam, letting the letter slip from my hands to the tiled floor.

"I am sorry, Ms Annabelle, but that was the instructions your father gave to me. Your residence is ready. Are you ready to move?" Sam said with a straight face.

I was officially going to kill my father.

Ignoring his question, I stepped away from the door and went to pick up the phone I had flung on the bed to dial my dad's number. As usual, It rang, but there was no response.

The bastard.

I turned to discover Sam had let himself in along with some hotel maids and couriers, and they were already carrying my well-parked boxes downstairs without my permission. At that moment, I understand what was going on. This was my father's way of saying, "I'm disappointed Anna, you are off the case."

I felt my anger boil.

"Sam! what the hell?" I yelled.

"Ms William, I am sure you'd like to confirm with your dad first, but you haven't done that yet. So please, allow me to carry out my orders."

Placing my hands on my waist, I huffed, "What gives you the right to..."

"Ma'am, I am just doing my job," and with a heavy sigh, he added, "look, the moment you converse with your dad, I promise to take you wherever you want to go." He sounded so calm, but his eyes were pleading with me. I immediately understood he didn't have a choice.

With a sigh of resignation, I nodded. "Be careful with that bag," I muttered to one of the maids.

"Thank you," Sam whispered, opening the room door for me to step out.

I did, but it was well after I had picked up my coat and slipped into my sandals. Making sure to take my sweet, sweet time.

Sam was already waiting for me at the parking lot, with a slick Mercedes GLA 450 opened for me to step in.

The perks of being rich.

I thanked him as I handed him my coat and slipped into the comfortable leather seat that the car provided. Taking in a deep breath, I picked up my laptop, which had been carefully placed on the seat beside me, and started typing.

My father had hit me with his best shot. He should very well get ready for mine.

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Meg's POV.

I was going to greatly enjoy the look on Charles's face when he sees me tomorrow night. It would be worth every damn stress I've had to go through to make this plan work. That look would be priceless.

I looked myself in the mirror and took a double-take. I was beautiful, I looked and felt beautiful. The slick dinner gown I wore hugged my body like a second skin.

Damn!

I was so ready to meet Mrs Bola. She wouldn't know what hit her. I was going to nail it. I would completely convince her that I was who I was claiming to be, and she was going to believe that I was the best possible wife for her son.

When I had researched the family, I had been unsuccessful in gathering the information I needed to fester my plans. So I had hired a private investigator to look into the family. I had also given him the job of getting any useful, dirty information he could about Robert. This was to test his ability before I fully hired him.

He didn't disappoint.

Apparently, Robert was bisexual. And this piece of information was delivered to me with pictures to back up the claim. When the PI brought the pictures to me, I immediately paid him part of his money. Which in my book meant "you are hired."

What had I done with that picture?

Well, let's just say I got a hefty amount of favours from Rob. Monetary favours wasn't an exception either. The most interesting part was the fact that the blackmail was anonymous. Robert had no idea who it was because I had made sure my PI did the blackmailing using an automated voice system.

I was an evil bitch I know. But what was a girl to do to survive in such a harsh world?

Now you know how I got a VIP invitation to a charity ball that was funded by the Harrell's foundation and was solely for the rich and famous.

It was genius. I know.

The toilet door opened, and my sexy PI stepped out with a white towel wrapped around his waist. Yep. I was smashing my PI. Judge all you want.

"Hey." He said in that sexy voice of his.

"I hope you know this is just business," I replied, staring at him through the mirror I was looking at. He smiled at my response and gave a nod.

"It was fun doing business then." He rasped as he picked up his shirt and trousers from the ground, and started putting them on. "Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you?" He asked as he buckled his belt and began working on his collar.

"You don't have to, I've got this. Moreover, I need to be seen alone tonight.

"Because?" He asked. His eyebrows raised.

"Duh, I need to give off the impression that I am single and in the market."

He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

"You look beautiful by the way." He whispered as he moved closer to me.

"I know," I replied nonchalantly.

"Your driver will be ready for you tomorrow. Whenever you get ready, just say the word." His arms came around me as he nuzzles his face between my neck.

Disarming his arms from my body, I gave him a stern look and took a step back to look at myself one more time in the mirror.

Charles had no idea what was coming for him. Soon he would be mine. Whether he liked it or not. With a wicked smirk on my lips, I announced, "I will be ready."