Chapter 21

“My wife,” Octavius said in a cold tone.

“What? Wife? Is she even eighteen? She doesn’t look as if she is eighteen!” the guys said in a loud voice making Octavius frown.

“She is. It's just that she has a fair skin than the other women who are always around you,” Octavius replied.

“I never thought that one day you would even have the guts to tell me that I don’t have taste but I can’t argue with you since you have a very beautiful wife,” the guy replied.

“Don’t dare covet what doesn’t belong to you if you don’t want to lose your life,” Octavius warned him as he felt threatened when he heard his friend’s voice.

“Hei! How can I do that to you, eh? But why does she look familiar? Is she from the capital?” his friend asked.

“No! Didn’t you say that the Clark’s eldest miss risen from death?” Octavius replied as he rolled his eyes wondering where he found such a friend from.

“Wait a bit? Does that mean you are living with a ghost?” his friend asked