Public garbage

"Ridiculous! Simply absurd!.

Cathy's face was so pale and she was trembling with extreme fear.

She never would have imagined that someone would play her surveillance footage from the banquet on digital billboard and national television show. And now, it's been seen by the entire country

Bang!" The car door slammed shut with a force that resonated through Cathy's marrow.

Evans stood outside his car, his tone was so cold and stern and his gaze was implacable.

"I I'll have someone send you to the USA tonight!" Evans's voice was frigid, a far cry from the warmth he once exuded.

Cathy pleaded in the car but Evans just felt like he had no where to vent his anger .

"Was l kept in the dark for five years? And, who is Melissa?

For all the five years, Evans was never for once bothered of Melissa's true identity, as long as she can donate blood for Cathy Hudson, he cared less.

He never even knew his wife's parents, not to talk of her maternal home. And now everything about Melissa sounds like both a drama series and a dream to him.

he stormed away, winds whipping at his tailored coat, a sleek sports car rolled up beside him. It was his childhood friend, John Bosco, a whirlwind of charm and mischief.

Hi bro! Mind geting in?

A young handsome man, dressed in elegant black suites waved at him. It was John Bosco, Evans childhood friend, he had witnessed the whole saga, Bosco felt bored and left the banquet, and was now heading home when his gaze fell on Evans treking home.

Evans then sat at passenger seat and lit the cigerate, but when he saw the smoke, it reminded him of Melissa earlier,

"Dude, Melissa... you saw her, right? What's her deal with Mr. Smith? I hope it's not some sugar daddy situation!" Each question was like a pinprick in Evans's fraying composure.

The more Bosco talked , the more Evans got irritated by his questions, that he too is looking for they're answers.

Luckily, there weren't any reporter and paparazzi in the banquet, other wise, it would have been another viral sensation in their circle.

Bosco looked behind at Evans who held american tobacco in his hand, yet couldn't smoke rather stair at it.

"Bro, we warned you not to marry Melissa back then with her sh**ty background, and now, see how rude she was to Cathy. He sneered. But, it's good that you divorced her, otherwise the Reynolds reputation would have gone down to the drain tonight.

Bosco's mouth was like a cloth with loose zip that he couldn't keep quiet fit a second.

"What charm did she use to seduce Mr Smith? They look even more closer than you two back them. I never expected to see her in such a place.

None of Evans friends truly like Melissa because of her sh**ty background, they expected Evans to marry a lady of his status and standard not just a nobody like Melissa.

Bosco's frivolous words mad Evans to feel traced and uncomfortable in his mind and heart.

"Enough! Just stop talking. Evan exclaimed.

Bosco poured his lips for moment and hissed, " atleast that b*tchdid the right thing and divorced you "

Evans was silent and his face was glum as he stubbed out his American tobacco and threw it out of the window.

"Bro, let's grab some drinks. " Bosco proposed, Evans nodded.

With the help of alcohol, he wanted to get rid of the irritating feeling in his chest.

'''''''

Meanwhile, the morning gossip stormed like a flock of crows through every nook and cranny of town. Melissa had unwittingly become a star of sorts, her confrontation with Cathy playing out like a melodrama.

Meanwhile, Matteo Smith took this as an opportunity to introduce her as a vice president of smiths campanies,

At that moment, speculations of Melissa and Matteo Smith grew even more stronger., but neither of them was bothered about it.

Unbeknownst to them that the real successor of smiths campanies was Melissa, but before she's being introduced as a sucessor, she needs to build a strong foothold in the company, while relying on her own strength and knowledge.

Although there were a lot of dissatisfaction in the company because of Melissa, but no one dared to object Matteo Smith's decision.

And that wasn't all.

Matteo went as far as setting time to personally lecture Melissa, hence she always spent more time in Matteo's office.

Most times , Melissa could fell lazy that she would go and sleep in her office and ends up being barked at by metteo.

"Let the sleeping dog lay, l think l should call dad and show him what his lovely daughter does all day in the office." He teased her.

But Melissa was a bit afraid of his father that she would immediately, yell.

"Please don't call dad."

won't be around for the next three days , and WBS has their 50th anniversary. They also have a project to present, so l leave it in your hands . Can you manage?.

"Just make sure to leave a strong impression at the WBS 50th anniversary," Matteo instructed her with a chuckle. "I won't be around, and everyone will be watching."

Matteo got up from his seat and went to Melissa who was sitted on arocking chair , then he sat Infront of her at the office table and scoffed.

Just make sure to leave a strong impression at the WBS 50th anniversary," Matteo instructed her with a chuckle. "I won't be around, but mashi will be back by then."

Melissa was so excited to hear of his third brothers return. It has been long since she last saw him.

Matteo smiled helplessly and looked ath his waist watch, and it was closing hours.

"Let's go out, it's my treat." He said.

They went out to one of the most fancy cafes in town. Just as they settled into the café for what should have been a relaxing lunch, Melissa felt a chill down her spine.

"Gosh! This two bit*hes again." She clenched her jaws as she muttered, then took a deep breath and said loud.

"What a small world indeed. Now am meeting my enemies here too..."

There, at a round table, were her past foes—Maria and Ann Reynolds were sitted waiting for their orders.

Ann wasn't pleased where her gaze fell on Melissa's who went to sit at the behind table with Matteo.

Ann's voice rose like a siren. "Where's the manager? Do they allow public garbage to waltz in?" She was as loud as a radius of amplifying chaos

"You should have told me, l wouldn't have come in here at the first place, gosh!" She sneered.