Chapter 90
Selena’s POV
I bowed my back like a furry cat. My body was as stiff as a sandbag and I stopped on the steps.
Who is he? The voice is strange!
“Are you calling me, sir?” I forced myself to turn and face the strange man behind me, forcing a smile.
He slowly approached me, and at the same time looked around affectedly, “Or what? Is there someone else here?”
I lowered my head and looked at the ground, pretending to be gentle. “No, sir.”
My nails were caught in the palm of my hand, and I resisted the urge to look up and confront him. Because the look made me realize that I had just “SEEN” the strange-looking man in front of me -- in the folder. He is George Davis’s nephew, Marvin Davis.
First George Davis, now his nephew...What is this?
They, the Davises, seemed to have taken over the packhouse, and we were drugged and put under house arrest like lost dogs.
What the hell is George Davis up to?