CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY-TWO HIS LAWYER, HIS BEST FRIEND.

~GEORGE~ I drove straight home after dropping Mae off, and without hesitation, I alighted. “George..” Elena called worriedly, rushing to me quickly with her baby in her arms. “I'm fine,” I said simply, walking past her without saying anything else. “My husband is in. He's waiting,” I heard her shout as I walked over to the house. Knowing fully well that Clement was in his room, I proceeded towards there and sauntered in without bothering to knock. “Geez. George..” he called, turning to look at me. I heaved a heavy sigh and closed the door behind me, falling heavily on the bed. “How's she?” he asked, turning his chair to me. I sighed again and sat up. “She's very fine,” I said slowly. “Your lips look swollen like you kissed for a long while,” he said naughtily, and I took my lips in. “What were you expecting?” I smirked, and he giggled. When I walked in, my eyes landed on the laptop I saw him working on. I studied it for a few seconds before turning back to him. “How did you