Chapter 59

MARK'S POV "Sir, Miss Bella is here to see you. She's waiting downstairs as I speak." I raised my head from the stack of files on the desk as the voice sounded through the telecom. I reclined in my seat and wondered why she was here this time. Has she cooked up some lie she was very convinced that I would believe? I won't be surprised if she says she now has leukemia. I leaned forward and pressed the call button. "Let her in!" Let's hear what she has up her sleeves this time. "Right away, sir," the voice on the other end came immediately. Few seconds later, I watched as the door creaked back as it was gently pushed open. Bella walked in. My eyes scanned her from head to toe; she was dressed in a black turtleneck dress that tightly hugged her graceful figure, her plum lips were coated in a rich red color and a large fancy, black rimmed sunglass sat on her delicate nose and obscured her expression from any onlooker. "Hello, Mark," she said in a detached voice as she stood before me, her