Chapter one hundred and eight

Charles

Alex Friedrich Esquire was my supposed rival because he had the woman I wanted.

I didn't like him one bit from the stories I had heard about him. I felt pity for him because his mansion which I and my colleagues were in was bombed down by Tunde Ibrahim and his men.

It was because of that reporter, right? Because there were rumors that he flew her out of the country, to keep her safe away from Tunde Ibrahim and his men.

And last night, or I should say the early hours of this morning, he sent his men to bomb down Alex's house.

Other houses in Alex's neighborhood were intact. It was just Alex's house the whole incident took place. His cars, his dogs, every freaking thing was in charred remains.

A house that he had spent millions on, just got des