Chapter Eight

Two seconds ticked past as Rafael stared at his friend. 

" you're sick, I'll do no such thing!" He boomed, he could imagine anything but marrying that woman. 

"Oh, yes you will, if you still want to have a chance of having Tripolis" Vince deadpanned .

"How do you mean?"

" She used you, you think she's working with the Miller, marry her to beat her at her own game" Vince explained convincingly.

" hmmm" Rafael replied thoughtfully, the idea didn't seem all that bad now. 

" yeah, you can still turn the tables on her by using her against the Miller, this time, as your bride plus you stand a chance of having Tripolis, think about it " 

Rafael arched his brow at Vince,  how hadn't he thought of this idea before he fired her? 

He would also get the chance to deal with her properly for choosing to side with his enemies. 

" Nice move" Rafael said moving closer to the window.