“Like honestly, what was Stanley thinking, I mean did they screw his head back the wrong way while he was in captivity, how can he think that I like that spoilt brat when I cannot stand him?” Penn paced in front of Rima in the dining room where Rima was looking through some documents before she stomped in.

“You are showing me the exact reason right now.” Rima announced, closing the ledger where she was taking accounts of expenses, something she did gladly. She might be a woman but that doesn’t mean that she enjoyed being the mistress of this place. Rima had started to think of ways in which...