<i>"Believe me, sir," Arabe cut in, her voice firm. "I’ve got more homework than I know what to do with, and it eats up all my time. I don’t have the slightest chance—or even the desire—to start any rumors."</i>
<i>At first, she never expected to meet the father of her boyfriend in front of her gate. Secondly, she didn’t expect him to be part of those reputable men who think associating with people of a lower ss than them is an abominable sin. </i>
<i>Mr Wace clenched his fist in anger as he scowled at her. </i>
<i>He might have kicked Xander out of his house, but he wanted to meet the girl to make sure she didn’t get any kind of ideas when Xander contacted her. He also intended to scare her away. </i>
<i>Unfortunately for him, Arabe didn’t fear him one bit. She responded to him with the same sharp tongue he used to address her. </i>
<i>"How much do you need?" He questioned, which stunned Arabe. "Fifty thousand dors? Hundred thousand? I’ll pay any amount as long as you promise not toe close to either of my sons."</i>
<i>"Mr Wace, I’m not epting any money from you," she dered. "It’s obvious you’re not understanding anything I’m saying but I’ll just give you one simple answer," she added. </i>
<i>Never in her wildest dreams did she believe someone like him fathered Xavier and Xander. They were so polite and never treated people differently just because of their ss. </i>
<i>"Xander and I are not going to break up because you want us to. If you feel threatened because he’s hanging out with someone like me, then please go take a nap."</i>
<i>Every time she opened her mouth to speak to him, he always felt insulted and that made his blood boil. </i>
<i>"If you excuse me, I’ll be leaving now," she said, fetching her phone inside her bag. But then she noticed it wasn’t there. </i>
<i>She hissed under her breath before she passed him and went into her house to fetch her phone from where she’d left it. </i>
<i>Arabe got into her empty house and fetched the phone she left on the dining table while she was preparing to leave. She locked the door and silently hoped Mr Wace had already driven off. </i>
<i>She wouldn’t want to face him. </i>
<i>When she got down from the stairs, she saw him still standing at the gate, but his back was turned to her and it seemed he was on a phone call. </i>
<i>She tried to sneak away so he wouldn’t see her but she mistakenly overheard his conversation. </i>
<i>"Have you sessfully kidnapped the girls?" Mr Wace questioned over the phone. </i>
<i>Bruce was in his study, looking at the pictures of the girls they would use to start their first sex trafficking business. </i>
<i>"They are," she replied. </i>
<i>"What about the location we would be using to start the sex trafficking business?"</i>
<i>Arabe froze in shock when she heard the words that came out of his mouth. </i>
<i>Before she could make any sound, she quickly hid somewhere to listen in on his conversation with the unknown person as her heart hammered against her ribs. </i>
<i>"That ce has also been set," Bruce responded, strolling to another set of pictures. "We should start in a month after confirming the girls are healthy."</i>
<i>"That’s wonderful. We’re going to sell them for a good amount of money to our trusted business associates." Then Mr Wace sighed, rubbing his forehead in frustration. "I have a feeling this Arabe girl is going to bring me trouble."</i>
<i>Bruce scoffed. "Just get rid of her if you have to."</i>
<i>"I tried money but that didn’t work. Looks like I’ll have to find a different option," said Mr Wace. </i>
<i>Arabe had to cover her mouth with her palm as she stared at Mr Wace’s back with eyes widened in shock. </i>
<i>Mr Wace hung up on the call, and that was when Arabe decided to leave while pretending she didn’t just overhear his conversation. </i>
<i>Mr Wace sighted Arabe’s back in the street and couldn’t help but wonder if she’d overheard his talk with Bruce. </i>