In Nashville Island, inside R.K. Mansion, it was early in the morning, around 8 a.m., on a bright Friday when Richmond Kingston was sleeping in his bed, and his mobile phone rang.
He rolled over, ignoring the incoming call, as he lay in his white bedroom. The room was adorned with golden curtains and had bright overhead lights.
The phone vibrated once more on the shelf where Richmond kept it, and he stretched out his right hand to answer the call. "Hello..." His voice was a bit hoarse.
"Richmond, didn’t I inform you to come home yesterday? We are traveling to the village tomorrow morning," his mother said.
Richmond's brows furrowed upon hearing what his mother said.
"Mom, I already told you that I am not interested in any arrangements with a village woman. Why can't you and Dad unders
