Chapter Eighty-nine

Charles took another sip of Hennessy. He thought of all his achievement since he left his family house. He was now a car dealer and he had all the things that makes a man happy. A good profitable business, houses everywhere in the country, a fat account balance and a lovely girl to call his own. He couldn't wait to marry her, he couldn't wait to make Jane his wife. He loved her and only her. Charles walked to the window, opened it to have a clearer view of any incoming car that looks like Jane's car but he saw none. He had been waiting for her for the past one hour. He couldn't hold it any longer as he wanted to propose to her. He hit his fist on the wall out of frustration, he didn't know what was keeping her till this time. He crashed on the couch and tried to think of another thing. His thoughts drifted to when he left his family's mansion out of anger. He thought of how his best friend, Garry died a horrible death in the hands of his family members. He felt bad for him, he praye