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Chase said, reaching into the closet for a black shirt and a black three-piece coat suit. A moment later, after he got dressed, Jada took one look at how cold he looked in that suit and laughed out her nervousness, "Damn, you look dangerously hot... like a mafia boss who has murder on his mind." With a faint smile at her, Chase grabbed his watch and said, "I will be back soon." ~~~~~~~*~~~~~~ Moments later, Ben brought the black Armored Cadillac Escalade ESV to a stop in front of an all-black skyscraper.

I say sincerely. I straighten myself up and say “Chase texted me.” She looks directly at me “What did he say?” she asks. I tell her that he wants to meet up sometime this week. Steph knows Chase but not all that well. They’ve met a few times and she thinks he’s a pretty boy lawyer type of guy. She’s not wrong. He’s handsome, his light brown hair and blue eyes attracted a lot of girls attention but he could be a bit stiff at the same time.

In fact, I can just book a Grab so that I won't have trouble commuting but I prefer long walks because my mind is free from any negative thoughts. The silence between us was broken when suddenly my phone rang. I answered it immediately when I saw who was calling. "Tiarra, where are you? Are you still at school? I'll pick you up." I smiled when I heard his gentle voice. "It's okay Tata. You don’t have to pick me up. I’m already on my way home. I’ll be there anytime soon." A small smile still plastered on my lips. "Okay, if that’s what you want. It's up to you. I'll wait for you at the guardhouse at the entrance of the village so that you have a companion while walking towards the house."

Rye came over and sat down in bed. "Is anything bothering you?" said Rye. Khali looked at Rye. "Yeah." Rye sat up properly. "Tell me." "Chase has met Vincent," said Khali. "Vincent is Chase's stepmother's son. The diabolical stepmother who took all his fortune." Rye frowned. "How can you be so sure?" "Remember, Chase, asked Vincent earlier how Vincent was related to Karina Imperial?" Khali asked.

If time permits me, then 4 chapters. And yep, this is the book 2 of “Chasing his”. To understand this story better, read the first book. That'll help you how the story started. I appreciate everyone who reads this, and please don't forget to drop a comment/review. God bless! For updates info, reach me out on my social media. FB page & group: Author Praise Odulesi & Praise Fam respectively. IG: official_praise_ewa :-)❤️

Cynthia had given her one, so she fished out an invitation card from her handbag. "Here, can I go in now?" Irish gave it to him. She watched the man suspiciously stare at her, then at the card. He nodded and then gave it back to her. "26th floor." He frowned harder as he talked. 'Are they really trained to be this hard on people?' Irish took her invitation and began walking in. Irish got into the elevator and when it was time, the door made a ding sound and stopped right on the 26th floor.

Except for the faint sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor upstairs. Then— “Sebastian?” Vanessa’s voice drifted from above, light and familiar, as if nothing had changed. As if she hadn’t just shattered everything. I swallowed hard and lifted my gaze toward the staircase, my pulse thrumming in my ears. Showtime. "I'm here," I called, keeping my tone even, controlled. Footsteps padded lightly against the floor above, then, there she was. Vanessa appeared at the top of the staircase, bathed in the soft glow of the chandelier.

As soon as he realizes I'm still watching, he freezes, then quickly turns on his heel and takes off. I'm intrigued - Why is he trying to escape? My instincts tell me to follow him. I take off in a sprint, as I chase after the suspicious guy. My heart races with adrenaline as I gain on him. Thanks to my track days in high school, I'm able to quickly close the gap between us. I launch myself at him, tackling him to the ground. We both hit the pavement hard, the pain shot hard but I'm grateful that I'm able to catch him.

I slammed it onto the table that lay between us without hesitation; the snap of heated metal on wood echoed through the office. Beatrice whimpered a little at the sharp movement, the air catching in her throat. But she did not instantly look at me. Instead, her eyes fell on the check between us, her dainty fingers almost shyly inching toward it. And then, her eyes widened. “This…” she whispered, disbelieving the taste of her words. “This is—” “The second should be double what Robert Lee paid you.” My voice was fluid, steady. Folding my arms over my chest — still leaned back in my chair — I gave her a direr stare. “You are not going anywhere, Beatrice.”

But today was different, I had chosen to walk away from Nathan, to stop giving him the attention he threw away. I had no idea how long I had walked, but by the time I looked up, I was before the white building I called home. Skye, our golden retriever, booed and burst through the front door, wagging her tail, like she could sense my heavy heart. I crouched before her as she barked small, leaping all over me. Then I looked up, the sound of sawing against wood reached me. My stepfather stood there, his hard muscles flexing as he moved the saw up and down, his thick body covered in nothing but a light apron across his chest, and hanging on his neck. Sweat trickling down the hard ridges of his c