Midas entered the Living Room only to find Belinda and Carla looking at each other like two stray cats about to battle over a can of tuna.
What kind of royal rumble did Midas walk into?
"Midas, my boy. Who is this harlot?" said Belinda, pointing at Carla who stood next to Midas.
"Harlot? Excuse me?! Who are you calling a harlot?!" said Carla, her nostrils flared and hands compressed into fists.
"Belinda, relax. Who she is doesn't matter, does it? All that matters is that I've done you the favour of packing your bags and if you behave I might buy you an Uber," said Midas nonchalantly, pointing at Belinda's bags that sat beside them.
Belinda's eyes widened as she processed Midas' words. It seemed she had never imagined that he would ask her to leave again. She must have thought it was nothing more than a bad dream. Well, that dream was about to turn into a nightmare.
