บท 119: CHAPTER 117

Leo Chuma (POV)

Ring. Ring. Ring.

I looked at the phone ringing, pissed off at the person calling, remembering how if it wasn’t for him, mother wouldn’t be so angry at me.

However, after seeing how Father kept on calling crazily like that, I had a sudden inkling that he had serious business to talk about.

Without liking the idea of talking to him, I still reluctantly picked up his call. “You aren’t done talking shit, so you calling again?” and attacking as soon as I opened my mouth.

[You idiot son. Where is your mother? Have you seen her?]

“You want something from her? Too bad I can’t reach her.”

[You can’t reach her? Did you try to call her? What did you do?]

“What do you care? Anyway, I am at her hotel right now. She is not here, so try your luck on your own!”