Amaka's brow was furrowed in a worried frown as she paced around her bedroom while she kept trying to reach Kingsley.
Why had she not heard from him since yesterday? Had something gone wrong with the plan? Why was there no news of a scandal on the internet?
She didn't want to risk going to the hotel to find out if anything had happened, and she didn't want to call Kimberly, either, as that would seem suspicious.
Her stomach was twisted in a knot, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong.
What could be wrong? The only good thing about the whole thing was that Kingsley didn't know who she was. And she had already made up a perfect explanation to excuse her involvement and why she had asked Kimberly to help her friend with the decoration.
