Chapter 07 (b)

“Did you talk to him? What did he say, Mr Daud?” The old man asked worriedly. From the corner of his eye, he saw his daughter listening to him keenly. Her face held restlessness and she was anxiously tapping on the wooden table’s surface with her pointed manicured red painted nails.

The man on the other side sighed before he answered something very unexpected and saddening to them that he could feel his heart skip a beat.

“He won’t be—but he promised us! You promised us, Mr Daud! How could he do this?!” Colour drained from his daughter’s face when she heard her father almost yelling at the man on the other side. He was upset. So damn upset!

Her eyes squinted when her father stopped yelling just to do it again with a lot more anger than before.

“What the hell! This is ridiculous! Look, Mr Daud, if your son couldn’t make it happen then I’ll destroy the damn reputation of—”

His jaw clenched and before he could answer Mr Daud—Sanam, the call disconnected and he cursed a bunch of profan