Achille's face reddened like a ripened tomato as he clenched his fists, a vein bulging from his forehead like a swollen rivulet. "Don't tell me you don't remember what you said a minute ago!" he exclaimed, his voice low and even, but laced with a hint of menace.
Gianna avoided his gaze and covered her lips with her hand and she chuckled lightly saying, " oops! I apologize."
" Old age most have really done justice to your ability to remember." Achille responded with the purpose of trying to provoke her.
But she shrugged still looking away.
Achille's eyes flashed like a storm. "How could you forget so quickly? Is that even possible?" he pressed on, "Do not play games with me, Gianna. You just mentioned her name."
She shook her head vehemently, her eyes wide with feigned confusion.
With a resigned sigh, Achille surrendered. "Lead me to my grandfather."
