O'S POIN

er," the investigator

l pen in my hand. She has been found? After months of fruitless searc

"I will send your balance as agreed and

glass. The buzzing of my phone alerted me of the arrival

living in some poverty-stricken ranch. How muc

ed the number o

send to you, first thing tomorrow morning. Please this

After all these calls, I was beginning to feel like I was going on a kidnapp

ising my son on a ranch? where she fed horses? Who was lookin

o was open to all. Who would have thought that she

the daughters of noblemen that had presented themsel

, shoes, jewelries, and perfumes. Yet, what was the reward for my generosi

my fugitive little, cunning wife. I spent the rem

office. I ensured it was locked tightly before getting into my private elevator, and it led me

day,

e, I alighted from the car and walked into my house I always loved m

ower, after which I returned to my room and changed into a casual outfit before walking o

I gave the permission and the maid walked in, bear

food a sighed in contentm

which is made with various

y life has always been that way. I always have the same routine everyday. Amidst

ed it was time to retire to bed if I wanted to rise early for my journey to Italy, I stood up and ma

e up the next morning took my bath and immediately rush

rport. On arrival, I was led to my waiting jet by .

ours and some few minutes. To kill boredom, I indulge

e large mass of land. Contrary to what I had envisaged, the ranch was quite spaci

ked on the door of the bungalow. An elderly woman opened the door, a

said, after regain

my wife and son," I said, making no

to point at a much smaller bungalow, "That's her house over the

erstanding," she said as I walke

came face to face with my wife. My eyes darkened, as I saw

d to shut the door, but I was fast enough t

, Cynthia," I o

cast an angry look at the room as I settled on the couch. I

. Our little scuffle must have scared the little one because he began

ming back with me to France right?" I sudd

o not want to go

the liberty to see my flesh and blood is enough atrocity committed b

she just kept mute and f

heading back to France." There, you wil

ightened. The hell? Did she think I was

r things?" She asked wi

d shook my head, "There is no need for t

e air as he attempted to dig his tiny hands in h

d her out. Her aunt was waiting outside, and I gave them the privacy to talk to

n-board, and t

nd house at Vincci. Please take me and Jnr

cast her a blank look, "You do not have a say a word Cynth