Chapter 181. The Andrews Shittu

"What the hell? Who on earth were they to have treated you like that?" Tomiwa exclaimed as Bernard narrated his ordeal.

"Mind your language, miss," Mrs. Babalola scolded Tomiwa.

Sorry, mom, but that was ridiculous, na. How can they even do that to my brother? In a public place like an airport, for God's sake. That was pure.

"Ehn ehn Mata Hari, let your brother continue," Alade Babalola said to his youngest with a smile.

"Sorry, Bernie. I promise no more interruption from this angle." 

Bernard winked at her as he continued.

"You can imagine my relief when the guy let go of my hand. It was as if I had won the lottery. Damn, sorry, mom. I had no idea that I could feel that much pain."

"Sorry, my dear," Helen Babalola said, and Marissa patted his arm.

Bernard smiled at her, laying his hand on hers as he continued his narration.

"What do you want? Why are you following me?" The first speaker, who had ordered the guy in a suit to