Diego’s POV “Doctor, how does it make any sense that the same procedure you did to get her pregnant can’t be repeated again?” I asked putting the phone on loudspeaker. The doctor coughed lightly on the other end. “Sir, the process is beyond just injecting the mix into her. She would have to go through the mental torture of getting her body ready and then carrying the eggs again with the same procedure would harm her. I have told you this before, please I need you to understand me. This is my professional advice, you will be putting a lot at risk if you don’t listen to me. Just in case you intend to visit another doctor. If they get on with it, you are likely to have a murder case on your hands.” I didn’t wait to hear the rest of what she had to say before ending the call. My head seems to be hurting from the news. To think I already made Nana rest assured she was going to have a grandchild soon. That dumb head that calls herself Kamara just couldn’t stay in one place and had to ru

Author’s POVChantelle put her dark glasses down an inch to see Fernando seated with his head bowed deeply into the papers in front of him. She snickered entering the space. Noticing her presence, Fernando raised his head and gulped hard at the sight of her. There is something about Chantelle that has him melting on the spot. If not because he had to act professionally whenever he found himself in her presence. He would have asked her out on a date. “Hello, Miss Chantelle. It's nice to see you again.” He said smiling. Chantelle scoffed taking off the glasses. “Thankfully I do not share your feelings. I am actually more keen on breaking the head of both yours and that criminal of a friend you have. But then I am too civil to get involved in w bloody mess like that. So here we are.” Fernando had an amused look on his face in place of anger. “I am glad to see you regardless. What can I help you with?” “It's nothing much. I don’t know if telling you this alone will make an impact or

Diego’s POV “Boss, the package is at the port, but the redfish won’t let us move.” One of my men Louis informed me. He had a worried expression on his face, which is unlike him. The pen I was flipping at the time he walked in dropped from my hand onto the table. Sucking my teeth, I held his gaze. “Tell me one thing, Louis. What exactly did I hire you for?” He blinked looking confused. His sudden meekness is getting on my nerve. “S…sir? I tried to coerce him, but he wouldn’t budge.” “And what do we do to men like him?” I questioned with a raised brow. My patience is running thin with his refusal to give a quick response.“Y…you want us to kill him? Boss, that will be a massive risk, and it might lead to an unwarranted gang war.” “Do I look like I care, Louis? If redfish is stupid enough to stop my goods, then all he deserves is a peaceful sleep. I don’t care how you intend to handle this, Louis. My goods must get to their destination without any scratch. If that happens consider y