CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOUR : BLEEDING HEART

~FRANK~ Not only my eyes widened, my mouth let out a gasp and my heart skipped a beat. “What, how? ” I found myself asking, dumbly. “We have no idea of his intentions but I guess he came briefly to see someone. We only sighted him entering his car, nothing else” he said and I sighed, wondering if it was really him they had seen. I haven't heard of George in years and his company which was once closed down was being managed by someone else. “What's his car color?” I asked, intending to confirm if it's really him they had seen. “Black” his reply came and I scoffed.. “George isn't a lover of black" I muttered, waving off the thoughts that they saw him. “I guess you mistook someone else for him,” I said, losing interest in the phone conversation. “Ohh, that should be a mistake boss, Besides, the man's hair is black unlike George's brown hair” he said and I sighed “Why the false information then” I rolled my eyes at nothing in particular “My apologies sir” he said and without a re