CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-TWO
AUTHOR'S POV
"You have a video from eight years ago?" Selena asked, starstruck, and in a bit of an angry manner. She couldn't believe it, not even in her wildest dreams that anyone could've had the video.
What Dera had just said, sounded like a badly formulated lie that surely came out from the anus, and that even an inanimate object would not agree to.
"Surprise, surprise!!" Dera flickered her hands excitedly, flashing her teeth endearingly.
"I always have a surprise in stock for you guys. The least you could do is to be thankful that I make life interesting enough for you," she said and began to fiddle on her phone.
Mary shifted forward in interest. She was all in for the shocker and did not bother to hide it from her face. She was eager to see in video, what had happened and how her husband had died.
