Chapter 5

Michael returned to his car, grinning all over as if he had just won a lottery. The fact that he had kissed the same woman who insulted him not once but twice amused him.

He remembered the look on her face after both kisses, and he couldn’t help but blow his own horn. It was so vicious that she would have killed him right on the spot if given the opportunity.

“Where are we heading to, sir?” His driver asked as soon as he was back in the car.

“Keep driving! I’d tell you later on.”

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“Miss Diana Wellington and Michael Douglas were spotted earlier this morning in an intense kiss. It looks like something is up with those two, but no one knows what,” the news read that evening as Judge Clinton was browsing through his phone.

“So, this daughter of a bitch isn’t dead yet!” he said in frustration, slamming his hand on the dining table. His wife and children gazed at him, startled. They continued their meal, knowing that one word from them would degenera