D'andre returned home with a newfound motivation and a sense of gladness.
He even hugged his little sister, who was still up watching cartoons, with a smile. Although most of his happiness was because he had found the money for her cure, he did not inform her.
He didn't plan to inform her yet. Not until he had gotten his revenge on that whore.
As the thought crossed his mind, it was as though he had issued an order to the universe, for his phone rang. The caller was none other than his girlfriend.
D'andre stared at the caller ID for a second.
A picture was displayed.
An innocent and beautiful blonde with a smile that revealed a row of perfect white teeth. A face that would appear on TVs and rock the media one day.
D'andre's look turned into a glare. Only he knew that angelic face was hiding a demonic whore.
"Brother… why do you look so pissed?" Danica asked worriedly, for it was rare to see him so worked up.
