Sylvester’s P.O.V.
“Mr Mayor called me today, Anya”, I looked at her while removing my business attire. She was combing her hairs after having a bath before going to bed. She was not feeling well from a few days. So, I insisted her to rest in the home. It was a bit late today due to some emergency meetings I had to attend in the evening.
I removed my shirt and went near her. “What did he say?” she asked me while looking at me through the mirror.
“Guess what?” I looked at her and she raised her brows in question.
“Your mother, Ms Gabriala Roberts went to them that day, I told you before. She tried to threaten them that if they didn’t protect her from you (I stressed on you dramatically and she shrugged her shoulders with duh look), she would spill the beans that in
