"I would not want to hear it here if I were you but since you insist I will tell you," Dara muttered cunningly trying to make Elias fall for her tricks. She removed her hand from the jacket she wore over her nightie and let it expose little of her body.
"It would be better if you close your body girl, at this point, you are shamelessly downgrading yourself." Zaire who had been quiet said, annoyed by Dara's viciousness.
Dara closed back her jacket in embarrassment, she had a lot of hatred for Zaire, and whatever he said a moment ago increased her hatred for him.
"Say what you want here," Elias said in a monotone not paying attention to Dara, he began scrolling on his cellphone as he received messages from Abigail.
"What I am about to say is about the cocktail party, the drink which was sent to you."
