Chapter 94 The Vengeance I Am Made Of

• Few days later my convoy zoomed into the airport where my gold-plated private jet was steaming and waiting for my arrival. My attention was needed at the national oil well where a few of my professionals were drilling and exporting crude.
• Once my security opened the door for me and alighted, behold Sarah scuttling like a mad dog to my side. My band of security had barely noticed her before she gripped on my Italian exquisite tuxedo.
• Promptly my security pounced on her and pulled her away from arms-reach. She was still heady to go off their grip, but struggling was the much she could do as the security held her to a spot.